Poem: From the Notebooks of Poet J XIX – XXII


  XIX. TRUST ME   I sat for hours creating a poem in my head It was so complete, so perfect that I didn’t need to write it down     XX.        MULTI-PURPOSE POEM [Written in black marker pen on a kitchen sponge]   When a sad poem is required, immerse in water, read and… Continue reading Poem: From the Notebooks of Poet J XIX – XXII

Poem: From the Notebooks of Poet J XV – XVIII


  XV.       CLOSE-UP   A plain black page might say nothing, or it might be a close-up of a fraction of the first letter of the book that tells you everything     XVI.   FOCAL POINT [Written on the middle pages of a blank exercise book] How small the things that occupy us    … Continue reading Poem: From the Notebooks of Poet J XV – XVIII

Poem: From the Notebooks of Poet J X – XIV


  X.           AMBITION [Video film of birds feeding with author’s voiceover]   There is no failure like complete success   XI.   HONESTY [Handwritten in large letters   diagonally, with the first and last words disappearing off the page]   This is a real poem and I am a real poet   XII.       DUPLICATION [A photograph of… Continue reading Poem: From the Notebooks of Poet J X – XIV

Poem: From the Notebooks of Poet J VI – IX


  VI.   CONFESSIONAL POEM [A sheet of white A3 paper with the tracks of a chicken’s feet dipped in blue paint entering at bottom left and disappearing at top right]     VII.   CONFORMITY [Recorded on an                             audio cassette]   I once received an anonymous poem that was so good that I had… Continue reading Poem: From the Notebooks of Poet J VI – IX

Poem: From the Notebooks of Poet J I – V


  I. SECRET POEM [Written in white ink on a closed                            black box]   The content of this poem is invisible and known only to the writer   II.   BURIAL   Going going gone the author is gone do you need him   III. BELIEF [Printed on a signed, notarised and       officially sealed… Continue reading Poem: From the Notebooks of Poet J I – V

Poem: The Good Things and the Bad Things


A grey and heavy Tuesday sprawls to the horizon; the window might open onto a courtyard filled with colour and life, but never does. I want to drive a nail deep into the clouds and hang a bright collage across the sky, a crinkled hymn to day and night. But try as we like, we’d… Continue reading Poem: The Good Things and the Bad Things

Poem: Guilt


Three times today I’ve gone to the window to see what’s happening outside. I know I’m to blame but I hope there might be someone else who’ll look out at the same time, searching for another who accepts their share of the fault. No one’s there and I feel like an astronomer hunting a dim,… Continue reading Poem: Guilt

Poem: Progress Report


It was raining indoors when I woke today to the heavy drops spattering my pillow. While I drank my first coffee at ten, a rainbow hung between the stove and fridge and the dark clouds pulled back to the corners. Through a thousand espresso mornings I’ve waited for life to make sense, heaping melted questions… Continue reading Poem: Progress Report

Poem: Still Life With Nuclear Reactor


Sizewell B power station Suffolk, England   a white, rounded mushroom mixed in the world’s cauldron   the moon brought to ground, gleaming, radiating   the giant forbidden fruit on the tree of knowledge   a perfect white bottom inviting a pinch   but it’s forbidden to touch the earth’s fertile, white belly   (from “Exercises in… Continue reading Poem: Still Life With Nuclear Reactor

Poem: Slave


I was not born to this, but time has done its work. On the first day, years ago, I smashed my head against the wall like the Spartan boy seeking death rather than tolerate servitude. But walls soften, and the routine I once so strongly resisted has become instead a barrier against the freedom I could… Continue reading Poem: Slave