[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"] 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...

[tabby title="Poem"] Shell fragments, strewn on shore, in war,munitions after tank attack,aquarium, at last, sort out,yet these squirls, perfect whorled in shape.They talk of pearls, rare precious grit,forget geometry, a round,mirror of maths far set from site;but magnified, I’m less...