It’s not your absence that pains me To Stuart It is not your absence that pains meit’s your presenceessence of Stuart everywhere. Like seeds in springyour daily deeds sproutand though you toil elsewherewild fruits fill my island world:that wall you built,those kindlings collected in old read more

I do not ask for forty years To H on his birthday I do not ask for forty years,Forty months, or forty days What use are numbersWhen, in one moment,who cares when or how long ago,I threw my garden openAnd you, a little dizzy or read more

Just a garden To Stuart I do not ask for forty years,Forty months, or forty days What use are numbersWhen, in one moment,who cares when or how long ago,I threw my garden openAnd you, a little dizzy or out of control perhaps,Dashed in and dared read more

The Homeopath What about your anger she saidClipboard angled, biro poisedWhat makes you angry? Jeez – I thought – that would need years Rational or irrational rage, I said – I like even saying rage – Buying time. Irrational she supposed, thrownThe rational tap I read more

You’ve Gone To Stuart You’ve goneA few hours ago I left you at the pierUnlike the glass we dumped yesterdayYou stared as I drove up the braePowerless to objectUnable to prevent another routine parting Almost colliding with a careering late comerI reached home intactInternal wounds read more