Heading Home Like a blizzard snowflake white, pure and free my spirit rushes about heading towards earth then gusting up yearning for home golden light reflecting heaven off my crystal...

    Limerence They met in the aisle between the lentils and the tomato puree. It was a chance encounter; nothing had been planned. The look on her face when she saw him, almost shock,...

    Worried Leaves two green leaves were taken by the wind from a flourishing garden they flight away thinking how much the flourishing garden would change after their left nothing...

    In the Beginning In the beginning, there was a primordial ooze. And in this ooze was everything there was, is, and ever will be. God (small ‘g’) saw this and decided it was in need of...

  Because you too have lost the one you loved You’ve grown a beard since last we met in the underpass, John: an unruly grief-beard, ragged with rage. It looks to me like a sign. Washed and...

    The Sense of Feel Some feel the deep oceans. Some feel the blackbird pecking at winter’s crusted seeds. Some feel cracking ice in spring thaw. Others sense the universe expanding in...

      Small Gods Impossibly gifted and unforgivable they are the gods we made in our need grown sad and old. Lonely among the living they worship us, bring heartbreaking offerings...

  Lost Causes So long ago, that newsflash, a crash at Lockerbie. Barely sixty miles from where I worked Were we on take; were they opening theatres? Switchboard were laconic; the protective...

      Watson on Dartmoor I first saw it in sun, edged with yellow like the dragged note of a violin: and yet, and yet something just out of tune like the faintest rot beneath the...