Without realising it, the postman leaves a poem

Something for you –   heads the blue card   This something is it a poem? a sonnet, a verse, an enveloped ode?   Your item is   a parcel. It could not be delivered. No-one was at home on this date 14. Dec at this time 1pm   for the verse? No the itemContinue reading “Without realising it, the postman leaves a poem”

An autumn evening in

There is exercise in the rooted words. Knead! Knead! Glance, the rooted words are closing in. About the even’ shift the sprouting pipes creak thin their heat – a flailing dance of conker-burst  – Knead! Knead! The Beautiful Life is different. — This poem is part of a current project to write two poems aContinue reading “An autumn evening in”

Pavement Writer

On scribbling a postcard to… next to the postbox in the wall of the sorting depot The last collection’s at 5.30pm though emptying happens throughout the day for your convenience. — Another possible addition to “Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys,” my forthcoming bundle of poems. This project follows the recent publication of my first volume,Continue reading “Pavement Writer”

I told her

I told her       Because modern boys ought to know the advice given   Hold out until Tuesday. You know you can. No public communication whatsoever. If necessary write it out. But do not send. (Especially, do not press send.) Sit on your hands, girl because you are waiting for move 5 in love chess.Continue reading “I told her”

Things of the Heart, Told in Quiet #1

A letter is time past scrawled on a tree written in blue with quiet tea and buttoned as a coat holding inside its red carnation. 2012 — Another poem earmarked for my forthcoming second volume, provisionally titled “Under a Blue Dome.” The volume will also include the poems from the set “Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys,” someContinue reading “Things of the Heart, Told in Quiet #1”