38 – STUFF HAPPENS

Read my updated collection of poetry and prose inspired by death, love and fatherhood (and swimming)

I’ve just updated my 2011 collection of poetry and prose and posted it here. Hope you enjoy what’s there. Please let me know.

Mont Blanc

Your pen is coffin-black, a casket for your dried ink which clotted into the thread, crackles when I turn the torpedo lid. The nib beaten gold, picked bone clean by the air, those mean years. Rolling up my sleeves I stand over a basin and with surgeon’s fingers sluice the pen. The water runs black […]

38

38 is a collection of poems and prose. They describe the impact that my father’s death had had on me. He died when he was 38, and for a long time I assumed my life would also end at 38. This triggered various consequences, and made the crossing of this line quite significant. The poems […]