Poetry

A selection of poems written across different moments and cycles.
Some brief. Some unfolding slowly.
Each one given its own space.

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Black and white photograph looking up inside a ruined stone tower, two arched windows letting in bright light.

A Thousand Sleeps

I had a thousand dreams yesterday... Paid for them... with a thousand sleeps...

Black and white photograph of a small stone cottage with a corrugated roof standing alone in a wide moorland valley between hills.

Today

Today... I will bless every bird I see... I will honour every breath I take...

Black and white photograph of an old wooden fishing boat with peeling paint, propped up out of the water.

Poetry My Arse

Poetry my arse... What good are words... against test results... against waiting... against nights so long... They forget morning exists?...

Black and white photograph of a derelict telephone box with broken panes standing on a clifftop above the sea.

After us

Humans gone, weeds move in... ivy grins, it’s a win-win... Tarmac cracks, dandelions cheer... Look who’s boss of the car park here...

Close-up black and white photograph of frost-covered seed heads, ice crystals spreading outward like stars.

I invite you

I invite you to feel at home... You come with stories etched in silence... with tears that others wish to see... with hope hidden in your chest...

Black and white photograph of ice formations on a glacial lagoon in Iceland, a flat-topped mountain behind under heavy cloud.

Iceland: Fire, Ice, and Us

The road unravels into blue horizons.. a ribbon drawn toward the glacier’s mouth... Mountains stand in silence... their shadows heavy... their crowns white...