Merry Everything
What is this wonderful gift
with which I present you today?
Why,
Peter B Godfrey
Lost in a prison
Beware of the writer
who puts forward his concern for you to
Confront this nausea
I have mixed feelings about words myself
Moving among them
–sorting them
Something or nothing
A blank page is both an exciting
and a frightening thing.
In
Near nakedness
I think that we communicate only too well
in our silence, in
We do not want riches / We want peace and love
Look at me
I am poor and naked
I want you to
We are all bound up together
I stood within the shadow of my home,
a great sorrow had
Beating
Beating,
my heart once beat its way
through a strange and sprawling
Finding treasures in darkness
Post-traumatic-growth. There was a time when
I didn’t know
Small Book
I want this to be a small book,
a small slight book,
An 'Ernaux' Book Spine Poem
I remain in darkness, simple passion,
A Man’s place, A Woman’
Nonsense
The market for nonsense
is infinite.
Somehow the appeal
of fake certainty