Out on the sea, see the boatrocked by the waves,but still afloat. An orange segment,a wooden half moon,like a rocking horse rocker,like the bowl of a spoon. Dancing on water,how can it prevail?No oars, no engineno rudder no sail. The dark skies are threatening,the elements wrestle,the raindrops like bulletspour down on the vessel. And there…
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Melting at her touch
She wakes at dawn, her golden fingers silently sliding across his cold, white skin. Peeling back his sheets, softening his shadows with the light and delight of her opening eyes, she caresses him without a touch, so as not to disturb him, so as not to waken him, only to warm him, to melt him,…
Invisible Death
I used to travel through the labyrinth of the Kings Cross Underground twice a day before I left London in 1987. This was written after I returned, some months after the awful fire in which so many died. I am publishing this exactly 25 years after that tragedy. No evidence of that night of death.…
My Secret River
Beneath the rolling, grassy hills Bathed in sunshine, washed with rain, Squeeze into the hidden cavern, Filled with darkness, steeped in pain. Descend through all-consuming sadness, Down through labyrinths of hurt, Where the whispering ghosts of madness Murder any radiant thoughts. At the bottom, lift the trapdoor Drop into the icy cold, There to find…
Unwrapping The World 