Poetry is a foundation stone in my life and a part of my spiritual practice. Not only does poetry force the writer to consider the limiting power of each word, but it reveals the illusion that is the isolation of a word, allowing its particular landscape to fill the poem with unspoken meaning.
18 February 2012
The rich promenade
Their coats fashioned of pound notes
No wonder they're cold
15 February 2012
Je pense, donc je suis
This self-referential I -
The wren cocks his head
Poetry Collections :
Two short books of my poetry were published over a decade ago through the British Druid Order, with the much appreciated support of Philip Shallcrass. The style feels to me now immature, but there is value in history. They are Black Lizard Forest and Tides of Dying. A few copies still exist and are available through me.
A copy of recent poetry will be published at some point over the next few years ...