Why Widen? Or how I learned to fear the horizon.

Seafare well
in the
Safety
of your
Well.

Oh Captain, my Captain,
may I say
you look
Mightily Majestic
with your Boots
not fitting
in that Bucket,
and you know
what they say
about men
with big feet…

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An old jigsaw

They sat one evening on the riverbank
shielding themselves from the wind in each other’s arms.
He was breathing in the fresh air
and she was shivering.

She said ‘as we’re sitting here life is passing us by just like the water’.
He said ‘you and me here in this moment is life’.

He said ‘if we had planned ahead we wouldn’t be sitting here like this right now’.
She said ‘if we had planned ahead we would have already been home’.

And then they both said ‘I love you’.

***

This poem was originally published in 2015 and is the title piece of An Old Jigsaw, my first collection of poetry and flash fiction.

Language Barrier Reef

One of the things I love most
about being abroad is being surrounded
by people speaking foreign languages;
languages I don’t understand.
Every conversation seems intriguing.
There’s an endless array
of possibilities
for what is being talked about.
People seem so very interesting
when you don’t understand
what they are actually saying…

Utility

What’s a life worth
that’s of no use
to anyone?

How about
a life
that has been
worn out?

If
our souls have no value
then
why
are you trying so hard
to
buy them?

Oh,
hold on,
I think you’re confusing
worthless
with
priceless
or
rather
cynically
expecting us to.

Fuck you.

***

This poem was originally published in 2015 and was included in An Old Jigsaw, my first book of poetry and micro fiction.

An old Jigsaw