The Source
Matchstick Cats
Mark and Trev were surrounded on the bed of the truck by old wooden beams and bits of furniture – debris of a life that wasn’t theirs – and...
Ode to a Nearly Beloved
"As though through tracing paper, I etch your features onto faces of strangers I’ll never know."
Pink Tulips
"I want our story to be one of fields of flowers and quiet sunsets. I
do not wish for violence."
Tangerine
"Picking apart the peel of the ripest fruit, prying open its flesh."
Memory/Dream
'snippets of shared secrets, tied to a half forgotten memory'
Instead Of
"I won't have to close my eyes to remember your smile."
The Solidified People
"The people have solidified since the summer.
Seized up in the cold.
No longer fluid
Melting and melding together in the sun
They can be discerned as individuals now.
Separate entities two metres apart."
Still
"Even as you float
on panicked waves find
the caress of a thousand
petals softening you still."
Earthly Pleasures
"The sun hangs low in the sky like a ripe apple
as my bicycle zig-zags over the
thick paint-stripe shadows cast by the trees."
A Worm on What If
"A delicate chain bobs around his neck (his neck being the whole length of his body, which is just one long neck really); he bought it after watching Normal Worms. Maybe if he looked like worm-Connell, he imagines, things would have been different. Maybe worm-Sharon wouldn’t have left him for worm-Darren."
Benchmark
"The pattern starts from you to there
And, breathless, starts again with me."
You’ll See Him
"Rain cracks its whip
Against the windows. The wielder: autumn.
From the cottage in the cleft of the foothills
You can see a flickering light, just out of sight
And it stains the blackest night."
Soil: On Digging a Hole
"A worm has beaten me to the hole I’m digging;
when I pull apart the soil, I find
a slender punctuation mark in the mud.
Its pink body threads through the dark clay."
A Vision of Autumn
"It was uncommonly sultry and dark when I arrived at the Winchester water meadows. The scene was a
near stereotype, and it reminded me of those decrepit - far too embellished - landscapes you see in many
royal palaces."
Petrichor
"in a quiet hollow on the far side of this field
rain patters through the leaves
like twinkling glass"
The Lord is a Warrior
"Now, God’s people are soon to flee,
Into the wilderness and coarser sands
He takes them, they at last are free,
But I, loyal servant, loving wife,
What is God’s plan for me?"
A Letter To Those Whom my Light Will Guide, In Honour Of Those Whose Light Has Guided Me
"What you are, is complicated.
And I love you for that,
Because you are complicated,
Because you are raw, and soft, and broken."
Return to Oxford
"A peal of percussive raindrops tumble from towering heavens.
A lonely leaf joins the fray in a willowing, whispering wash."
