Bait the Lines

old adage  jesus  no that’s not the word but jesus when i reach for a word it is the draft behind a curtain uncertain that’s the word that d...

  entreat you have entered my body from the tips of my toes to the last hair on my head you have consumed me we are burning brighter than th...

photographs in a gallery steppingstone lightly every image a quay upon the river of an ideal how the lights flicker on  at the back of one’s...

oh bituary   have they started writing my obituary there’s one more thing that i didn’t say but i wish that i had  

 my list of five submitted poems reads like a poem itself …  it might work a couple of facts rhetorical amen vigil’s end

your christmas gift  again there there dear state pensioner  here’s £10 merry christmas what? a pension the same as those paid in europe  oh...

  glacial calving  from the glacier of care speeding away from the  sloe-blue flow my soul nine tenths below the level  seen to be required ...