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Lying in the tossed sheets in the morning  you realise  you have woken without something  you have felt this before  that empty space  has been with you as long  as you can remember  but now it has taken form now that presence  has crushed the pillows  laid a towel over the chair  traced itself uponContinue reading “The Empty Space”

A poem for my mother. – In our house (When the need arises) You cut watermelons Take the carving knife Gently And bring it to bear On the rough edges that hide our fruit Inspect the flesh It is flawed  no doubt but without rot Slice it in even orderly parts The best for servingContinue reading “Watermelons”

The room has four walls  And a window and a door  And it always feels empty   Even when it’s a mess  The room has four walls   And a ceiling which by rights  Should be more novel to stare at  Or at least I think so  The room has four walls  And the wardrobe doors areContinue reading “The room has four walls”