Poetry
Selected Poems
A Letter to Kindred Spirits in the Arts - February 2021
There are others
With you
Sharing your tender sense
That among the rarest and colossallest expressions of existence in art and music and words
Might be those written by people like you
People who
Might not ever have survived a tussle in the sands of our screaming digital colosseum
And worse
Whose very works might now be trodden and forgotten
Beneath the decrepit denarius-a-dozen sandals of the deadly marketeers
Influencers - February 2021
When we are old
Will the obituaries be filled
With influencers?
The Realist - October 2023
You know don’t you
Very, very, very deep within
You know
You will always carry that bleakest stamp on the passport of your heart:
‘I gave up on love’
You travel on regardless, scouring and scorching the earth, crossing the seas, wreckages in your wake, seeking entry to lands you call ‘stability’, ‘reassurance’, even, ‘realism’
Did any live by their name?
Did any nourish the remnants?
Did any know you?
Or did you find everyone, everywhere, everything, even yourself, to be desolate?
Another discarded, mendable heart shall ever grow and never know
And you
You don’t know you
Art passers-by - November 2023
Into the gallery with clacking feet
Craving acknowledgment from adjacent ears
Glancing down an upturned nose
Only the placards catch her eyes
And not the works of blistered hands
And bleeding minds
And bludgeoned hearts
Which hang around ignored like abattoir corpses
Only their names would pass her lips
And not the test - she stiffens her back
And not her resolve to open her soul
Nor her miserly wallet, nor her constricted brain, nor her livid-indigo-greige irises
To the limitlessly enriching possibilities of the unknown
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