Poets

A selection of my poems can be heard along with Janice Windle's on... in case you are curious as to what voice adds to the poem on the page. It's your choice!

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We call ourselves SHADOWS OF OUR FORMER SELVES

A month ago I kissed a woman and we went to bed for a month....lost in the embrace of each other...unwilling to leave the sacred circumference of a cuddle. In this beloved space we wandered(in) and(out) of each other’s heads and shared the same heart.

One and one is...one.

Our pasts flew like tributaries into the present river of our big love.

She ripped up my loneliness right in front of my eyes and I laughed as the wind scattered it in all directions. She replaced it
(meticulously...mellifluously) with the ticking device of her love – her heart.

My heart chimed right in...time becoming timelessness.

Here I have come to live for ever if ever a forever there was.

Her kiss is the simplest most direct route to happiness...her touch... transforms me and makes me the man I should have been all this time that I wasn’t.


I climb inside her head and look out of her eyes at me and see myself as I am...a loved man. Well...loved...man! I blossom when her eyes smile at me and fall petal by petal in the presence of her absence.

Her love is the only thing I have ever wanted and could ever desire.

And so here I float above and beyond everything I have..