The Garden

The wind blew a muck smell into Michael’s face making him grimace with the irony. It had rained cats and dogs since the digging. “Just my fucken luck.” He had dug into dry ground knowing full well there would have been nothing to it had he been allowed to wait until after the rain. “Would …

Jack Frost

It had a frothy consistency and sticky at the same time. You couldn’t just shake it off if it landed on your duffel coat, but the coat wouldn’t be ruined either. It was called Jack Frost. You could buy it in bags in Woolworth's up on High Street at Christmastime. You’d know they had it …

Well Again

Seven years after the disaster I tried to call up the dream stories That had been my solace But they had become dust. There was nothing left Except to yield to: I am well again. I must think With reason and truth; Look back On when my feet had wings And balk. Now that they …

Going Back

 Long back, before anything resembling a conscious beginning The ground held firm and was enough. Leaves were like an eiderdown over mulch, soft enough to tranquillise. I made impressions on the warm hugging earth with my, not quite yet, body. Sunlight burned like pillars through trees growing the idea of me. I have no more …

Genesis

It has been good here in the cracks A lot of fine things have been preserved. Portraits of princes, objet d’art, Quills lacing words and wishes Not to mention the day long wanderings About love. A wish can make a palace shine with life But outside the world is lonely Without the honeyed talk from …

Angel

He doesn’t look much like an angel With his blade three haircut; Tough walk - Tough talk But he prays to one every night; Asks him to call in a friend To help This particular case.   He comes from two worlds, see; A mammy one and a daddy one. Reckons with two one could …