[p] Packing for a Journey

It's a universal truth; Packing for the return is never half as sweet As when you were throwing your clothes into a hold-all, A time which seems so long ago. On the way back, the hold-all is heavier, Filled with souvenirs and memories, And the weight of leaving him behind. You sit at the foot...

[p] a sonnet for Him

After all the years I spent in your cage All of the shame; it was dark in the day I know deep down, I should be filled with rage But still you gave more than you took away When people used your name to beat me down Your words to put nails in my last cradle...

[p] In Spite of It

My lover has scars, battle scars, From his long, hard fight on the field He is brash and cold because he is scared In spite of it, I love him. He has lungs filled with tar From his struggle with addiction His eyes are sunken and tired and red In spite of it, I love...

[p] war poem

First I hear her name - A name I have heard in passing Spoken tentatively, as though if said too sudden she won’t return But this time it is different They say it loud and bright In the tone they often use when Something exciting’s afoot I wait impatiently in the doorway I see the...

[p] ruby red

In the cold of the therapists’, she asks what I see I see a tattered painting that doesn’t interest me ‘Concentrate’, she presses, with that steely glare So I stare down at the picture but I’m not really there Transported to the strawberry field kept safe in my head Where mother gave us an empty box,...

[p] conversation

  It’s been one of those days. Again. Those cold, dark lonely days. Again. At what point do I wonder… if this is all there is? One man in a million, one daydream in a day. How will I meet her if I’m too scared to say? To open my mouth, my arms, my heart,...

[p] mister muddlegrave

Muddlegrave the cat is as dangerous as that His peculiar name might suggest If you're inclined to implore, go knocking at his door You'd better put those thoughts to rest At night he strolls, fur black as coals Plants fear wherever he can Should you harbour wishes of sleeping with the fishes Muddlegrave is surely...

[nf] stop turning

we all deal with death in different ways, and i guess, this is my way. writing through troubled times as i have done since i could. just seems strange that the world keeps turning, and life keeps on without her. that things should stop, and not that i expected them to- not every man in...

[ff] in memoriam

As of yet, the memory of you remains a happy one.