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The Fisher Wound

See the dissonance

A cloud on the horizon

The difference between

Where and are?

How strangers got gifts you

Wait for

But you pulled the thorn

From your midsection

The Fisher wound

Or weep with the release

How you face demons in private

Learning to see how much you are

Each time you look

And they see

Even if they’re too exhausted

To raise more than a smile

Let your libido snarl

and spit

At the place whereWe don’t care to look and see

The shadows cast by unmet light

And the fierce flame of unexpressed

Feeling

You look at the gentle kick 

of

Afternoon

 and the day’s kiss goodbye

Giving as much as soul allows

Save the questions for stronger times

Then this

Close, oh close

Fisher wound

The light comes in there

Stronger beneath the dutiful kiss

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In Night’s Bitter Watches

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Do not mistake

My quiet for gentility

My manners are camouflage

To disguise the beast

That lives beneath

This skin

I am capable

Of the sweetest fury

To extend the control, I have

To you.

Pout and tell me how mean

I am, but I see the light in your eyes

How you long for cruel, biting fingers

A rough palm’s velocity

A firm grip of your hair

I compel surrender, not submission

And move you

To my needs

As smooth as tide meets shore

I am not mewling need

But determined want

You must prove yourself to me

I see through words

To actions

And actions to release

You

Will

Feel

Me

In night’s bitter watches

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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

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Small cup of quiet

Somewhere a bird sings

And I’ve found a small cup of quiet

Going to drink it

Slow wake up call to my soul

Pages written and now it’s not

Affectation knowing it will walk a

Path into the world

Lover asleep

Walk the dog

Things to do

Used to resent it

But I’m working on

Contemplating how

There’s pleasure in the smallest things

The thought, a biscuit,

Goes well with the quiet

Enjoy them both

Before the day begins,

If you don’t know, my book Until She Sings is out now in paperback and ebook.

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Lights In The Sky

Before they launch,

We would

Find one another

In the dark

Suspended in amber

Amidst a throng of witnesses

As they whispered

Hopes

Fears

There are lights in the sky

But in the end

If it were too dark to read

I would just want to look

At you

For the

First

Last

Time

The look in my eyes

Time enough

A kiss

To say one another’s names

Then they are

Here

My book Until She Sings is out now

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Hideous Talks

They happen,

Tentative in so much as they’re heralded

By pockets of cautious silence

Not the same as confessions to lovers,

More a sense of testing the brotherhood

You’ve grown to appreciate

There are things us men,

Won’t tell you,

No matter how often you ask,

Because you cannot know

Nor take the Burden from us,

And we are, for the most part,

Adapted to it,

But I’m open to sharing

The idea of how we all sit with

Monsters in the dungeons of

Ourselves and they weren’t always

So

Beasts

If anything

But now, some women are openly sexual but take umbrage when sexualized

And sometimes taunting that hunger

Sours the blood

Without a way towards letting

So here we are

Having these hideous talks

About how to breathe with the desire

Without being destroyed by it

Because we talk about how you can do that now,

And you’ll never actually hurt the one who made you feel that way,

But someone else will do, for some of you,

And some of us, too.

We have these hideous talks

About love But not la la di da

More like avalanches

Animal attack videos online

Kind of love.

And how the fuck we survive it all

My book Until She Sings is out now.

Ebook:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8If

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

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beauty love masculinity poetry women

Hideous Talks

They happen,

Tentative in so much as they’re heralded

By pockets of cautious silence

Not the same as confessions to lovers,

More a sense of testing the brotherhood

You’ve grown to appreciate

There are things us men,

Won’t tell you,

No matter how often you ask,

Because you cannot know

Nor take the Burden from us,

And we are, for the most part,

Adapted to it,

But I’m open to sharing

The idea of how we all sit with

Monsters in the dungeons of

Ourselves and they weren’t always

So

Beasts

If anything

But now, some women are openly sexual but take umbrage when sexualized

And sometimes taunting that hunger

Sours the blood

Without a way towards letting

So here we are

Having these hideous talks

About how to breathe with the desire

Without being destroyed by it

Because we talk about how you can do that now,

And you’ll never actually hurt the one who made you feel that way,

But someone else will do, for some of you,

And some of us, too.

We have these hideous talks

About love But not la la di da

More like avalanches

Animal attack videos online

Kind of love.

And how the fuck we survive it all

My book Until She Sings is out now.

Ebook:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8If

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

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Autumnal colours

The chill bites

Bristling with fur

Grit in my eyes

Sometimes the damp shine

Of tears

Ghosts of old wounds

Healed and acute

This is the path

The mourning sun

Kisses me and the wind whispers

Through woods where monsters walk

And I, in my time, have been one,

Faithless and fated,

The dog draws maps with his nose,

And yet there is a peace found

To replace the pieces missing,

Time enough to do it all,

Time enough in nothing,

So much energy spent in avoiding the

Burden of performance

And better spent bearing it now,

Let me tell you,

How I shudder with pleasure

For the endless possibilities

And the fight to come

My book Until She Sings is out now.

Ebook:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8If

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

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Autumnal colours

The chill bites

Bristling with fur

Grit in my eyes

Sometimes the damp shine

Of tears

Ghosts of old wounds

Healed and acute

This is the path

The mourning sun

Kisses me and the wind whispers

Through woods where monsters walk

And I, in my time, have been one,

Faithless and fated,

The dog draws maps with his nose,

And yet there is a peace found

To replace the pieces missing,

Time enough to do it all,

Time enough in nothing,

So much energy spent in avoiding the

Burden of performance

And better spent bearing it now,

Let me tell you,

How I shudder with pleasure

For the endless possibilities

And the fight to come

 

 

My book Until She Sings is out now.

Ebook:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8If

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

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Portnoys Complaint by Phillip Roth

This is a book which is cheerfully unrepentant and scatological. There are many descriptions of laxatives and furtive yet pathological masturbation sessions but underneath is a humane, generous story.It’s funny, glib, capturing adolescent male anxiety with an uncomfortable accuracy which made me recall my own teenage years. This was Roths first book and it revels in its iconoclastic glee.

I loved the nervy prose, but didn’t wholly lose myself in the book. There were relatable, uniquely masculine moments but I’ve found too much of it employed the grotesque to make it more personal for me.

One to admire rather than love.

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