In June 2019 I published a collection of poetry, The Last Green Thing through Asquith Press at TPL. Cover design by Neil Ornstein.
A second printing was published in 2020. If you'd like a copy, get in touch.
Below you'll find some more poems of mine!
22.05.2025
I don't think the ants know
Biting of the peony bulb
Giving it its grandeur that they are
Making much of anything
Teething toward beauty
So I keep working
Trimming my edges and gowns with
Lace, mathematizing uncertainty until the
Crystals emerge at a solution until the
Trials converge at hope's doorstep.
14.06.2024
The carbon in flowers in built from
Your car exhaust
That's probably scientifically an
Oversimplification but I
Like to think the garden,
Waiting in the sun,
Already believing in next summer,
Take what they can get before
The gift becomes too much.
12.04.2020
That twilight moment when the
Day hands it to the streetlights
That they light industriously
What the birds sing
What the wood smokes
What the dusk forgot to
Account for.
19.03.2018
What do you know about
Crocuses
Those early adopters of the sun
Building up from winter’s ravages
A reconstruction of the spring?
Come summer, they’re forgotten
By the shady splendour of roses
Peonies and bleeding hearts:
Leaves and petals with divine right
To squander sun and lavish daylight.
But before it can be said that
The sun has come back
The crocuses believe it will and
Bank on their hope and
Declare the spring from
Out of the snow.
05.06.2017
Today while I was walking I saw
Two ripped-off wings
Strewn on the asphalt
Like imperfections in the paving
Being pecked at by sparrows
Valiant with the greater having been
Laid to waste
Taken away by
One of the devouring mouths
Of time.
The saddest part was
The wings were still good
And I wonder why that poor pigeon
Chose to fly to death.
Perhaps quick
He was not quick enough.