Monday, 31 October 2016


Surrender. That is what they want I was told. Look at what happened: no time to dither, surrender. Here I am in the park. There are no skies.

Thursday, 11 August 2016


She screams at the top of her voice:
                                          Y-O-U    D-O   N-O-T   U-N-D-E-R-S-T-A-N-D
resigned to my fate, I apologise once more modulating each word with care and attention
but I am a foreigner, therefore no matter what my language is not hers, no matter what.
her face reddens as her ire explodes and request the presence of a true native speaker of her beloved Ennglish language.


Monday, 4 July 2016


soup too hot
meat not done
salad not dressed
to standard 

ear bleeding
eye closed
maybe some hidden tears

Monday, 25 April 2016

There is

no shelter from the storm
swollen with hunger
the voices are coming

dazzle with pain
the hands embrace the void


Thursday, 21 April 2016


She regrets leaving everything behind. The new light mellows like a drunken peach bathes her thoughts. 

Wednesday, 23 March 2016


Her thoughts are informed by a sense of acute desperation. The city sinking in sewage covered miasma

Sunday, 13 March 2016


Your hands clatter you say there is no peace there is no shelter
Your eyes shiver you say there is no more there is no sky

Friday, 26 February 2016



I have my skin: pellucid cloth devoid of thought 
Wanders the fields 
Never settles
Always at crossroads