Alvin had alphabetical advantages, and
Blatantly the best bars in the borough, but
Creatively, he lacked confidence and could be crushed.
Definitely, he decided, he didn’t dare to share,
Even in emergency situations. Continue reading “Alvin”
We hugged in the dead space
Between two platforms.
I didn’t recognise
This would be our last time. Continue reading “The Dead Space”
There in the kitchen, my father,
His mouth overfilling with pills,
Says to me “Paulie, I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, I know what I’ve done.”
And I say “Now you’ve ruined Christmas”
And turn from the shame of his tears. Continue reading “Sestina”
His ghost stole in like the grey fingers of dawn.
I am queuing for a Cadbury’s Applause,
Back wheel spinning, glimpsed through the grocery door.
Jim Crow keeps ravens in his loft.
Not live birds- dead ones,
Taxidermically stuffed,
Poised in the illusion of flight. Continue reading “Jim Crow Keeps Ravens in his Loft”
