Moulting
On parting as its own kind of death, and how keenly the loss is felt at first. Poem
Descending Into Myself
A meditation for the Fool, worked at across two decades, from 2001 to 2020. Poem
this One will live yet
Written alongside The Boy Jumps Ship, narrowed to the Stinger and the Stirring. Poem
The Little Man Dancing in My Heart
Perhaps we do not find God so much as make God, a little more with every day we live. Poem
Promise of a Man
The awkward attempt at being human, with so much lizard still under the tailcoat. Poem
Bits and Pieces of the Soul
A boy sits on the floor before a heap of shards and takes the broken pile for the centre of his life. Poem
There are things we cannot do on our own
Written on 13 February 2016. Poem
The Death of the Human Situation
Loneliness in the concrete maze of the city, where no-one next door is a neighbour. Poem
My Gallows Star
A rope of light let down from a distant star, and the darkness that both lights it and holds us apart. Poem
Out of the World, Into its Middle
Written in May 2004 for my first-born son Poem
I Am Your Vessel, Not Your Captain
Written for my son on his birthday, on being his vessel and not his captain. Poem