with soul on fire
with tired desire
to burn and bleed with solid need
risen and rising
and yet hold back
lest the cracks open hard
cutting the cords
without reward

Changing times

My laptop is working again, but I’m not sure how long it’ll last so at some point I’ll need to buy a new one.

Apart from the laptop being busted I think I have been too. I know I’ve done this before but I’m doing it again and deleting my social media accounts. Facebook went in January and today I’m deleting my Twitter and Instagram accounts.

I don’t spend much time interacting on those platforms apart from the occasional poem on Twitter and uploading photos of what I’m reading or just general stuff including some of my writings to Instagram. I spend more time scrolling life away and not connecting with folk as I’m not all that good with the social side of things so it’s time for them to go.

This of course means I’ll have more time to spend here on WordPress, or at least that’s the plan.

Thanks for your continued support.


to wash away the world

float away on a skin of solitude
bring about the destruction of time
and let that pestilent silence
wash away the world

To begin
is so very difficult
when this soul
this rhapsody of light
yearns to breathe

If you would speak
I’d be sure to listen
yet all I feel
are not the vibrations of your tongue
but the silence of your heart

5 Star Review and flip.

I’ve had a lovely review from Betty for my latest poetry book, Pregnant with Death.

Thanks chockymuch, Betty 🙂


And flip. The reason I’m quiet on here at the moment is because my laptop has died and I don’t like to use this WordPress app on my phone too often. It’s just so finicky to operate.

The laptop has had a good life (about 12 years old) and has seen me through some experiences, helped me publish six books and we’ve made many friends through WordPress over the years.

So hip hip hooray to you my friend and farewell.

Hopefully it won’t be too long before I find a replacement but these things can take time as there’s so many out there nowadays!

Thanks again, Betty!

Open house


Light and love live on
side by side with dust and death.
Nature’s open house


Today is my WordPress 8th year anniversary!

Thanks for joining me, staying for the ride and keeping me on track. 😀



What is it but a drowned rat
in the mouth of a strangled cat

What is it but a broken vase
holding the deaths of life’s stars

How can it be
this, poetry

How can it sing
this impossible thing

Words have no meaning
until they’re written
and even then
they, like a rose
wither and die
to kiss
you and I
with death’s stagnant breath
to poetize
our meaning