When the road to truth, is no longer littered with illusion, when the way ahead is clearly marked when you are finished…

We depend On the idea Of a horizon. It shapes our understanding…

It’s what remains. The scent that lingers in the air When someone passes by. Clinging…

The coroner virus has set up in town. He’s taking your pulse and your President down.

You were never going to drown in my dream. I wouldn’t let that happen—

One wish, two wish, too Surrender, obsessed illusions, to forget…

‘Sent out of sight Somewhere becoming rain’ We let the arrows go, Fighting with all we have.

Back here again. Writing down my feelings, alone with a pen…

Another Winter; each is different, each is fringed with last year’s, arthritic twigs and blackened grass…

I fix my husbands clothes, darn his socks, repair the holes

where he splits his jeans…

How good of you to do your best for our great population. So we'll do right by your request, to heal our ailing nation.

Now it was the governor’s custom at the festival to release a prisoner chosen by the crowd…

And what if I were then to write a sonnet? And put my words in such a solid form…

Though seventy years of snow have sheathed your homeland’s crops and landscapes…

Life is a life sentence. If someone looks haggard and we ask what happened, it’s always

She took me by the hand and plunged me into a world of light Into the darkest depths of seas…

I am the dreadful menace, the one who haunts by night. Living inside a cave of doom…

Relax, reconnect with your body My therapist says.

But how can I reconnect…

In the dead of night, In the stillness, In the moments without light…

“My dear fellow, have we met?” I don’t think so- I do regret. Well never mind, let’s have some tea!