Travelling through the earth and sky I chanced upon a boat. The ropes went down to the sea like rivers, The lights went out on the shore...

A reflection on the act of poem-smithing.

Written at Whinfell Forest, a red squirrel reserve.

Following a walk yesterday afternoon.

Following a walk yesterday.

The views from a cottage of a long weekend away in the English Lake District.

A reflection on inner spirituality together with an awareness of That Which is Greater outside of us.

Inspired by the scent of lavender from my parents' garden, and from seeing it in my neighbourhood.

Inspired by an evening spent in a friend's garden, yesterday.

A poem reflecting on the environment, weather's changefulness and some things that don't alter through constant change.

Written on All Hallows' Eve, October 31, 2017.

The sixth in a collection of poems I wrote for my parents. First published in late 2019.

The fourth in a collection of poems I wrote for my parents. First published in late 2019.

The third in a collection of poems written for my parents. First published in late 2019.

First of a collection of poems written for my parents. First published in late 2019.

Written in 2017, this poem uses the imagery of the sea to describe time's rolling rhythm and onward motion. I hope you enjoy.

Do you ever look at a tree And wonder why? Or at the bees and breathe A sigh? Do you observe the sky And say goodbye To merriment and sad...

The smell of a freshly laid fence. The feel of spring air on fingers Poking out beyond the jacket sleeve. The sound of trouser legs in...

A poem for Good Friday Written in the wounds of His hands Are the names of those who tortured Him. ‘Father, forgive them’ He cries, ‘For...