the breaking news breaks me
reading the headline
nurse shot by ICE
the drizzle cries outside of my
no no noooooooooooo
for the cord on the news bundle
has been cut and will hang for ever
for my shame at being unable
has disabled me again
Sunday, 25 January 2026
Saturday, 24 January 2026
sorry to hear you are (very) unwell
sorry to hear you are (very) unwell
where we dare not go
but are heading
into a headwind of words
that are blown away
like useless leaves
that in actual fact
are the footstool
of springtime
Wednesday, 21 January 2026
oh dad
oh dad
toast with melting butter
tea just so and then
the door closed the dark out
he went out somewhere
where he always went with
my thought that is was nice toast
such nice toast by the fire
in his special chair a smile
a mile wide wrapped around
that feeling of warmth
for ever more
Tuesday, 20 January 2026
just ice
just ice
the pin caused a stroke
there was no blood lost
although the northern lights
were bright red that night
and singing was heard
far away
a Ouija board
spelled out ‘justice’
Sunday, 18 January 2026
draft
draft
a poem pops up
either side of sleep’s border
the sandman hits snooze
but the games afoot
‘complete’ becomes a word
upon which the moon smiles
smug with it’s silver ink
it has edited it all before
over the mountains of its disregard
wide eyes smile
well i went like …
well i went like …
i am so small
the universe is so big
and yet
when i no longer exist
neither will the universe
where do birds go to die
i rarely see a dead bird
to another universe perhaps
what if what if
when i die i am born in another universe
where i am writing a poem just like this
and you are reading it
just like this
no not reading it ‘just like this’
but just like this poem ❤️
because it could be my ticket to immortality
i got the immorality bit sorted already
like
Saturday, 17 January 2026
a mirror reflected see
a mirror reflected see
to wear your heart on your sleeve
giving it all away
isn’t that what they say
well they certainly saw you
for
is it not their adumbrations
that delineate you
that arrest your outward flow
that send your stationary waves
slap back
against your home quay walls
for your ship has docked you
once more
Friday, 16 January 2026
‘the enemy’
‘the enemy’
we live in the days of ‘the enemy’
or it seems
ask
has it not always been so
you might disagree
strongly being a sort of enmity
if we cannot talk it through
‘my friend’
Wednesday, 14 January 2026
super supper
super supper
sunset
the soup is simmering
winter is whimpering
the summer sun
has been released
from the roots of soils
toiled in warm days
for warmth today
as welcome as rain in may
Tuesday, 13 January 2026
remember this
remember this
i never memorise
my poems flow forth
molten metal under slag
to extemporise
would freeze the spout
would allow the slag to shine
when all that is ever needed
is to burn under the branding
iron willed to their poke ayes out
to sear memories like lava
that consumes all countenance
Sunday, 11 January 2026
this too shall pass
this too shall pass
the anti-trump poems
are being written in their hearts
be sure to be a reader
and not one of the bloody farts
Saturday, 10 January 2026
just a moment
just a moment
the poet
gave me a moment
it’s there on the brocade
with all the other moments
that amount to moments
however incomplete
the memories are
they are
nevertheless
more or less
the sum
of
all
their
parts
Thursday, 8 January 2026
the day they shot the poet
the day they shot the poet
they deported
the last disposition of a poet
that would have told tomorrow
of today of how it died
in all the brutality of suddenly
they have shot tomorrow today
and hearts unrelated to this
cry
for the poet as a person
who wrote and wrote
but will never do so again
we say never again
again and again they shoot never again
so that they may think they own today
but death has folded the list
of their wrong doings
it is lodged in too many hearts to be extirpated
for who will deliver their mail
or deliver their take-aways
and of course the poem
full of their just desserts
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