My writing

My writing that is published on this site, including lots of creative commons poetry.

  • The fringe

    Maybe if I grow half a fringe then I will no longer be on the fringe but I like to be on the fringe because from the fringe you can see the whole view Hovering on the fringe of this scene, that scene, you can watch the boys and girls, their fringes flopping loose to Read more

  • We reach for each other & miss We reach for someone’s hands Someone reaches for our hands But there’s too much space and we miss I’m driving home to my bed The lights are red again The cars on the other road can go, but I can’t I have to wait I hate this city Read more

  • Familiar

    I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me. ——Rudyard Kipling, “The Cat that Walked by Himself” I can’t imagine owning a dog. He’s forever a child: big eyes looking up, ball dropped at my feet, panting drooling tongue, dirty paws on my jeans, howling and whining when I Read more

  • A man

    Today I am the CEO of the coal-fired power station and they want to shut it down There are thousands of them shouting To heal the earth they say we need clean renewable energy, and they are right. But I am so afraid. When I was a child they said you have to get a Read more

  • a lark

    By the river on Monday morning under the narrow wood/iron framework of the one-track bridge I stood still as the train rushed over with almost no sky between the howling shaking commuting load and my mortal body. I braced my teeth, hissed in a breath and held it. My whole skin shrieked. I stepped out Read more

  • unspoken

    What I wanted was to take your hand— nothing more Just to hold hands like five-year-old sweethearts A skin energy A quiet giving and quieter taking of a quiet love Connection unspoken. But I am a woman and you are a man and to everyone else, we are no longer five First published in Creatrix Read more