a poem

number one
lying awake in an unfinished morning,
i thought i half glimpsed a truth –
no fully developed photo
or elaborate sketch
pen and inked to depth,
just something naked,
disclosed by accident,
and how to describe it?
wreath it in words?
surely, no glib platitude will do;
perhaps if i direct you
via an unselective squint,
a comment dropped in sparse humour’s net,
then the revelation [...]

The Words Awaken In A Sleeping Throat

I have only recently gained access to the net on a full-time basis and I have become tireless on the wireless. In between cups of coffee, biscuits and badly cooked meals I have been pouring out an unrelenting stream of words on various sites and thankfully getting back some good feedback. I’ve got in [...]