Minor key
Listening
Your fingers dance across the keys
How you dip slightly as you play
The lines of your forearms
Making tea so you don’t see
My tears. Happy ones these days.
Moved like volcanoes move
I’ve been lower case
Minor key, hid the weaknesses
But the pain in dealing with them was
A pinch compared to the depth
This glorious height
To which I’ve become accustomed to
If I told you that
You’d laugh it off
As it should be
But I’ll dry my eyes
Cross the room to breathe you in
To breathe you in.
My New Addiction
This has been a recent and welcome discovery. There’s a lot of content but the warmth and enthusiasm is infectious and soon you’ll be hoping to find someone else who’s into it so you can talk to them about it.
Until She Sings
My book Until She Sings is out now.
Ebook:
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All the ways
To sit with uncertainty
Here amidst the ruins of
The person I was
Someone better
Lives here now
Yet the hungry ghosts of old weaknesses
Change forms as they stalk the future
They’ve no place haunting
But those, red in tooth and claw,
They fail to learn from history
My victories, come at a cost,
I get on with the work
Arms not too tired
To hold the sword
Above my head
I live, able to do anything
Quiet
Gentle
Strong
Except where I’ve shown
The last few hungry ghosts
And in the revelation
Came the ways in which
They are defeated
A slow learner, yes
But a sure one
In
All
The ways
Which matter
13 Postcards From Hell
My short story ‘Junkyard Redemption’ is featured in the anthology ’13 Postcards From Hell’. The link is below, and it was an honour to be featured alongside some great writers.
