Grasping at Straws

sometimes the correct words

swim under the frozen surface

I see them dashing hither and thither

and I know that my emotions

beat inside their tiny little hearts

but I cannot crack the surface

so I sit on that surface

watching dispatched parts of myself

pretending to be part of the whole

and I wonder what it’s like to feel like everyone else



Copyright December 2016


Alone in a Crowd and Other Hackneyed Phrases

Alone in a crowd and other hackneyed phrases
Keep on tapping at the first page
Of an omnibus of overused words
I have filed in the damp recesses of my mind
They’re always close at hand
Ready to pop unexpectedly into stories or poetry
Reduce my thoughts I find original
To a portion shared

Copyright November 2013

Organised Writing

A conspiracy of words

Where tenses are manipulated to gain power over verbs and nouns and adjectives

Not to mention moving points of view

Third persons scampering about

Gaining footholds in stories

Where they have no right to be

I speak to the Don of Dictionaries about a small remuneration

In return for access to my mind

He leaves a horse head in my nightmares

A warning

Not to underestimate the power of organised writing


Copyright March 2013