Poem: The Ballad of Julie Blue
A poem that I wrote 20 years ago, and forgot about. But it came back to me, walking with the kids in the park today and seeing everything sweltering in this febrile July. Without being specific, it’s...
View ArticlePoem: Three o’clock
When the train from the city finally stopped It was three o’clock forever: Past and future were stolen from me. Nobody knows my name. I do not know my name. At there o’clock we dance in the evenings...
View ArticlePoem: It is a hot evening in July
My university friend Richard was doing some paperwork at his house and found a magazine published in the late 80s with three of my poems in it, each of which I’d written to capture one single moment or...
View ArticleThe fruitful lady of dawn
I really enjoy Brian Patten’s love poetry; he writes of joy and sadness and how the two can mingle, while never using words that you wouldn’t hear in an everyday conversation. He’s the only living poet...
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