Category: inner worlds

I see myself as a mersey poet, born within the sound of tugs and the boom of fog horns  in autumn mists, born between the diesel smells of Lairds and unhumped Cammels fighting with the lingerings of lairages and tanyards. I see myself as a mersey poet, A legacy of Roger and the scaffolding he…

When the haiku works natural order is found in simple accord. Where syllables five bring the moment alive and manifest meaning. When sentences flow in a disciplined order, resolution comes. Yesterday isn’t available for comment, except in rumours. Tomorrow awaits, uncertain of its future, knowing it will come. Today resonates, knowing now is all we…

Here and now, with numbness worn away in ebbing time i feel the ache of soothing loss, a soft throbbing loss, thankfully acute no more, dethroned and out the door. Upper left five a pre-molar i have known a lifetime past, a pocked enamel tombstone gone to the place where memories forget themselves. A victim…

Im a quinguagenarian, a sometimes vegetarian, an often know-not where-ian, a watch the news and care-ian. Im a poorly read shakespearean, an anti Tony Blair-ian, a big fan of Hungarians, a committed non-sectarian. Im an avid non-barbarian, an accepting proletarian, a Scorpio not an Arien, A techno post-agrarian. Im an unconfused contrarian, a liberal libertarian,…

Come to my funeral, if you can Remember the man that you knew Remember his hopes, his manner and tropes, The things he believed that were true. Come to me funeral, if you wish Say a prayer for the soul that was mine Raise a toast, shed a tear, watch the ghost disappear On his…