Rosalind   Tomorrow, tomorrow, always tomorrow Tomorrow is waiting long, gilding our window pane Losing the night upon the fringe of...

Penny, tuppence, shilling shining down the stairs and out Frank James and all that ail there and then across the town Thomas the library...

The Turquoise Tie   It was sweet back then with Radio Luxembourg under the blanket When our songs were all at sea stolen by Pirate Radio...

All this talk of growing old makes my blood run cold as ice On this a summers day surrounded by honey bees Sweet cherry trees full of...

Blue leather Riekers  and a Seasalt  sweatshirt, very little hair with a trimmed white beard, a distinct liking for the occasional...

I’m standing here beside myself; I’ve forgotten who I am The who I used to be beneath a tree with summer in his hair Clouds, tumbling...

Early   It’s grey again this morning the horses in the field are standing as still as crows teeth The fishermen huddle over rods their...

Singing From Memory   It’s a faraway poem without words It’s a where you want to go poem, singing songs without music An explosion of...

There are four fillies in the fields just beyond our house, in the early morning, their silhouettes appear as pale smudges against the...

There was I, feeling old enough to be my father, holding on to the limpest bunch of yellow chrysanthemums in one hand and a carrier bag...

Faded  scraps of paper ‘’I love you’’  under a pillow,  ‘long ago time’ The world spins on, bruised but unbroken, as the silent wishes of...

Survival lingering in a long song of sadness Sang from shattered voices The world watches, taking pleasure in the carnage A mother’s...

Come she to me with all her red fire hair a’flying Sparkling quietude her round brown eyes Tears a sixpenny piece, a kiss against my...

I remember the first moment as though it were no more than a second ago Her brown eyes… piercing Gleaming,. her dark, dark shining hair...

A light jacket flecked with black, a turquoise tie over a navy silk shirt, black slacks paired with red patent leather loafers. That was...

Blue leather Riekers  and a Seasalt  sweatshirt, very little hair with a trimmed white beard, a distinct liking for the occasional...

Nightcap Supper   First the blue cheese twixt the sharp apple pickle Tickle tang Indian relish heaped upon Bath Olivers  as hard as slate...

Standing On The Landing     Blowing me a kiss Hissing through pearl teeth a red wine smile I’ll will go where ever I damn well please Oh,...

What of you my darling My dearest one What of you within the warm shimmer of day Fey careless heart God gifted you dark night For all...

The three small windows beside our bed brighten the morning A distant misting green hill warms in the early sunlight  An iridescent...