O my broken soul,  we are termites under the Colossus' feet.  We are children  of a doomed future burrowing into the past. Call us vermin. C...

From our shadows we infer  the existence of ourselves, as if we were sentient sundials,  as if these observations reveal anything  other tha...

Pick a side.  You know where you are.  You know how you got here.  Was it worth it? You'll never know, you can only believe and never stop l...

The flower does not wilt nor does the flesh decay.  Yes, there is a change,  a season, a cycle, a shift, but we choose to describe it  this ...

I already had my miracle.  I didn't need another, Lord.  As much as primeval terror must have gripped  my ancestors' poor hearts and stopped...

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Poetry published on the occasion of Good Friday, 2026

Do you remember what it was like? The sea and sky? People? Animals? Colours instead of shades of grey? Food and drink prepared to evoke plea...

What is beautiful,  what we call beautiful, is fossilised cruelty.  It is the bones,  the rubble and debris,  the ornate urn of ash,  the pi...

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We dream of heaven  while destroying the Earth.  This is not an accident.  It is not a coincidence,  and it is not hypocrisy.  These things ...

Beckett says "fail again.  Fail better," but there is no success in that improved failure of course.  We may act as though the incremental i...

The world faces a number of urgent problems: poverty, collapse in biodiversity, climate change, and many others, all requiring immediate sol...

" My heart is a mad admiral who quit his profession long ago and remembers the sea, bit by bit, as he paces in his house, to and fro ." (Fer...

If I pull the splinter from my soul what is there left to talk about? If my broken heart is at last made whole what is there left to say? If...

The poet is a miserable fool. Consider: the sound of rain  upon a canopy of leaves in September,  in the last few weeks before they fall; th...