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On the Moon, Which is Spiralling Away at 3.8cms a Year
One day, the unthinkable will happen. The moon will leave us. The earth will be knocked off-course. The wild soup of the solar winds will burn the colours from the sky.
Learn MoreThe Lights Have Eyes
Midnight, the bulb winks its one good eye, buzzes in its orb like a fly in a jar.
Poetic Illuminations
In my bed, I have my own illuminations. Your voice squeals like brakes in a tunnel, on rails that snake and never stop.
| Poem Title | First Published | Publisher |
|---|---|---|
| On the Moon, Which is Spiralling Away at 3.8cms a Year | 2016 | Green Bottle Press |
| The Lights Have Eyes | 2016 | Green Bottle Press |