A poet’s hope:to be like some valley cheese, local, but prized elsewhere – w h auden

i have assembled my favourite selection of poems from the last couple of years whcih are published by blurb, both with the option of as an e-book

balancing leaves

the mice in the straw sack

  • Joined: February 2010



feeling, somewhat sadly, that it might be time to move on, to give up certain dreams, and to establish new ones. i love the freedom that redbubble has given me to write just as it comes to my mind, but also aware i no longer give it the care or the attention i once did. so contemplating new things, and examining just what it is i want from poetry and if there is another place for me/it.
Posted almost 2 years – 4 comments

writing - where

have been a little absent of late largely because I cannot access during the day and time is against me in eves, and I really miss it. so just now wanted to check in, an suddenly confused with being sent to rb tumblr page. then couldn’t seem to find activity feed. now don’t know how to search for new writing. am I going doolally or gas rb changed, yet again? I really really miss how i…
Posted over 4 years – 2 comments

laser beam

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missing you

i walked sonny this evening to one our favourite places. we walked to the ford where within/without was written, and i recalled how those years back i was thinking then of my brother, before he became unwell, but his life was ruptured and out of sync. then he got sick, and the years changed, and we changed. when i got back to the car, the day was ending, the sliver of moon was clear, a tractor wa…
Posted over 5 years – 4 comments

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I’ve been waiting

the dreams keep coming, / some far off dark emptying, / half asleep woken crying, / alone and frightened. / i saw you, two , two and one / …


truly, i wonder where the roads end and where they begin, / almost as a rush of tides, sweeping all forward and aft, / in and out of reach…

good poison

trilling, the birds are trilling, / half the night turning, / eager for the morning, / relentless new beginnings, / eager for the rain. / a…

i am in darkness, i am in the light

the winter guns report, the distant shoot goes off / like fireworks. / seismographs would chart the bodies dropping / from the sky, / a s…


i don’t see colour well, / things merge, and uncertainty is born, / uncertainty all along. / the choice becomes obscured / by the lac…

new poetry

the new year began, / and with it isolation. / my own pledge would not remain, / to myself, or this name. / i declared i would write new po…
mist II by uncleblack

daylight saving

reduced to their bones the trees rise, / with new unburdened vigour, / they shake their fists toward the sky. / the seasons have restored t…


the leaves underfoot like a golden cushion, / remnants of life, uniform and / scattered thick. / the wind has thrown them down, / some bef…


i do not keep a diary, / no lingering over time, / and the gradual slide away from me. / just a few words, as reminders / of the air we bre…

walk III

I walked this evening / in the darkness, / alone. / soft treads broke the hush, / aware faintly of the distant road. / vision returns gradu…


like mysteries, / the unfinished words of song, / unspoken words of love. / all of the light of day, / woven into me, / a woven man. / we p…
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