The Coroner Virus
The coroner virus has set up in town. He’s taking your pulse and your President down.
Time’s arrow
‘Sent out of sight Somewhere becoming rain’ We let the arrows go, Fighting with all we have.
Season Poem (for Johannesburg)
Another Winter; each is different, each is fringed with last year’s, arthritic twigs and blackened grass…
Mending Clothes
I fix my husbands clothes, darn his socks, repair the holes
where he splits his jeans…
In Your Foreign Land
Though seventy years of snow have sheathed your homeland’s crops and landscapes…
The Dreadful Menace
I am the dreadful menace, the one who haunts by night. Living inside a cave of doom…
Redemption Will Come as a Song
Out of the cerulean sky comes a bright white steed with a tail of red…
In Sight of Pradise
Today’s a shadow on the ground, a dark to which I’m falling. Though all it does is lie around…
British law
Society needs some certain laws. For peace, the baddies must not spot flaws or rules they’d bend…
The Winter’s Thaw
Though Faluns burn, each beckon saves, their flames highlight cold slaughter. They glow with beams beyond their graves…