Memento Mori

Ushered to the lounge
we’re offered tea

settling on the couch
I look over to the corner

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Still Life

Crunching footsteps as I walk the creekside track
embarrassing the silence
with my presence

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Zoom 2020

This was the year it all started slipping
my flesh grown tired, it loosened its grip
pooling in soft pockets along my jaws, over my eyes.

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Childfree

My bloodline ended with me.
Not that it really mattered
that no future grandchild
found my photo unlabelled
in a plastic bag and wondered
whether my smile was real
and what life was like in colour.

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Heron help me

My art mojo is unbearably unpredictable. I have not yet learned how to overcome the frequent and prolonged dips in motivation that I experience and I think it is because I haven’t found the way in which I want to express myself artistically, at least for now. So, when I am in the mood, I […]

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Hiatus

Our anti-climax
covid Christmas
is over

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Unnatural Selection

I am the turning point,
the creature who would
not survive

for all my teeth, such as they are
overcrowded, criss-crossed
and speaking of my weaknesses

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Conyer Brickworks

A poem about an old brickworks, reclaimed by nature, but now threatened with a development of luxury homes.

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Parental advisory

This poem is about how the ways we are loved and protected in childhood can influence how we live our lives. Includes a recording of the poem.

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Hollowshore

A poem I wrote after time sat at the point where the incoming Swale divides into Oare Creek and Faversham Creek. A contemplation of the limbo we are in, as we await a vaccine.

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