This is Not the Poem I Had Hoped to Write This is not the poem I had hoped to writewhen I sat at my desk and the page was white.You see, there were other words I’d had in mind,yet this is what I leave behind. I thought it was a poem to eradicate war;one of…
Selected poems
The Last Bee After the last ee had uzzed its last uzz, the irds and the utterflies did what they could. ut soon the fields lay are, few flowers were left, nature was roken, and the planet ereft.
The Problem of Writing Poems in Hot Weather The problemof writingpoemsinhot weather isthatthe wordsgetsweatyand sticktogether.
What Don Corleone Did Next upon retiringfrom the mafia he wove aquatic mammalsout of raffia let me tell youhow I learnt this news: he made me an otterI could not refuse
Life of a Naturalist it’s his birthdayand the sloths are up early for oncethe flamingos line up in pink, long-legged salutethe birds of paradise parade in their finestthe elephants blow their trumpetsthe blue whales gush with joythe gorillas act out stories of his visitsthe lions lay off the wildebeest for one dayand stand together on…
Anniversary I forgot, I said,but since when was our love builton anything so ordinaryas a date? Let other couples mark time.I am too caught upwith the here and the now of youto waste these hoursin commemoration of the past. Because our love is vast,like an ocean,with depths far beyondothers’ comprehension. Why spend our lives…
Job Interview with a Cat Tell me, what is it about this position that interests you? The warmth, perhaps? The security? Or the power you must feel by rendering me useless? Feel free to expand if you wish. I see you have had experience of similar positions. Can you talk about a time when you got somebody’s tongue? Or were…
Assorted Haiku Haiku #2511 Tourists wait in lineto enter Machu Picchu.Oh, look! A high queue. Haiku #564127 how dare you suggestI have a short attentionspanish omelette Limeraiku There once was a younglimerick from Kew who turnedinto a haiku. The Constraints of Haiku Tied up all night witha haiku dominatrixand her three-line whip. Shakespearean Haiku Shall…
The Question Erm, well – I begin, shifting nervously in my chair – if it’s true there is no heaven and no hell, no eternity or long hereafter, no divine plan or offstage direction from an invisible hand, then how do we make sense of it all, how do we make our way through this life,this glorious, ridiculous,…
The Cost of Loving I love you more than life itselfbut I swear I’ll love you betterif you let me turn the heating offand you wear another sweater. I cannot get enough of you –I’m completely in your thrall.I love to watch you bending overto unplug the telly at the wall. Yes, you’re the only…