Tagged melancholy


4 September 2015


Rationed voices croak: Not today, I’m saving that tin of something.

Every city, a constellation of sufferers,
As if some artist in the sky
Flicked a paint-soaked brush across the map marking each spot damned.

Down every alley and up and through every high rise
The sound of stomachs…


Boy in Blue

7 October 2014


A short (and unusually) rhyming poem about a little feeling, a sense memory, connecting to the past…

Remember, and in doing so, be transported. But you should know: there’s no way back.

One brief moment was all it took,
Unburdened abandon in this brown boy’s look.
He and his friend crossing the road,
First left then right and over they go.
A skip in their step on this…



16 November 2013


I still hear them now
Like swelling vibrato in my head.
And I may just cut them out.

This is an old poem I wrote in 2002. It was posted on DeviantArt, my old haunt back in the day, and won an award called a “Daily Deviation”. This is what was said…