Long Goodbyes – a poem about dementia

Long Goodbyes – a poem about dementia

Fading like the day.Life had been kind to mother’s bodybut not her memory. Mother called her by many names;Alice, Betty, Corrine,as if to scour the alphabet -but never guessing beyond E. She didn’t mind though.She knew her mother’s bodyremembered...
Mountains of skill and the shame that binds us.

Mountains of skill and the shame that binds us.

Our brain is hardwired to look for paths of least resistance – it loves to conserve energy and help us survive and thrive. This is why learning new things can be overwhelming. Writing a book may be daunting. Starting a new job may be tiring. Moving cities can be...
The Incarnation – a Christmas poem

The Incarnation – a Christmas poem

Take all your hope and longing;cover it in blood, urine, faeces, straw.Cut the chord to your dreamswith a field knife or clenched jaw. Here lays the King of the Jews.Crowned between thighs,Held in arms of exhaustion.Bathed with tears, sweatand the soft tonesof a...
Inadequate Men

Inadequate Men

Do I ever feel inadequate as a man, as a father, as a husband, as an employee, as a son, a brother, a friend, a Christian? Abso-freaking-lutely! Why? Because every role and title I hold carries list of expectations. And these expectations are fuelled by internally...
Hope – A poem for Advent Sunday #1.

Hope – A poem for Advent Sunday #1.

The longing for lost thingsbegins as you do. Your mother was more mobilebefore you filled her belly.She lost her balancealong with sleepand shapeand random acts of selfishness. It’s strange;even thoughwe breathe lossinto our forming lungsbefore air enables a...
Sneak Peek!  New Poetry Collection

Sneak Peek! New Poetry Collection

This is the cheeky post before the official launch date post but I can’t wait to share this with you. This new poetry collection was written and published with a number of emerging poets. And I must say, it is simply beautiful. If you are a physical copy lover,...
TO MY SON: ON DATING AND I DOs –  a poem

TO MY SON: ON DATING AND I DOs – a poem

A woman’s body is not yours, son.And yours not hers.Never forget,  she’s not yours to possess. Before you hold her  to your hip,hold her in your heart, son  in love.  in adoration.  in mutual respect. A woman is not a goal to...