[tabby title="Poem"] Those knuckles rapped for careless work,his index wrapped in dressing crepe,that fore nail not so cuticleas carpenter, a journeyman,apprenticeship in tenon jointswhen whirl met whorl in sinew slip,grew tender metatarsal bruisewhere block had fallen, hand to foot. Ground...

[tabby title="Poem"] The makings of a saviourare their marks,the scores awarded, lashes, thorns,brought and bought to still their voice,endured for truth, before the Law,the lore that spread, of hope from death. It’s cross road faced, with choice of ways,whatever faith,...

[tabby title="Poem"] Yet committed, criminalised,a suicide, when spade is called,the cycled seasons, winter, spring,but due to fall, like Eden’s sin,the twisted, fallen, in final pact;where goldleaf applied resting place,the lives laid down that others risefrom underground to canopy -if so...

[tabby title="Poem"] Feathers for the eagle heightbut also pickings, platform stilts,the elder laid for vulture beak,to raise both prey and prayer lightinto thermal vista scape. The catcher, circle, cycle life,clear space to blow the riff chaff through,but geometric lacing toothat...

[tabby title="Poem"] I’m not so good at being led,told, you know, what I should think.Why should you know and so predict,unless assume my worldview yours?‘And’ for ‘of’ - is that your excuse?But word association takes!Was that your thought, by capture...