April
Pink
Moon
Phlox
Pink
Moss
Roxy’s
Pink
Sapphire’s
lost
doesn’t mean
the Love
is less.
The Cherries are blossoming late this year.
I’ll wait for you; you know where.
Wednesday, 24 April 2013
Thursday, 18 April 2013
For Gavin Hudson
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Tuesday, 26 March 2013
How does your garden
grow?
In Aleppo
the boy
overwhelmed by an adult medic’s coat
tends the wounded and
dying.
Blood has become like
water to me.
A shell falls.
Rebel soldiers stealthily tread through rubble
while boys and girls play marbles, skipping, table-football,
in streets battered like crushed cockle shells
as if falling shells were silver bells
and streams of blood were waterfalls
as if the sacred river wasn’t sullied
by blood of bloated bodies,
hands bound behind their backs
before their execution.
Blood has become like
water to me.
Shells fall,
rain falls
on corpses.
Blood has become like
water to me.
Hundreds of shells fall
and yet you refused to leave your home,
determined to stay and tend your geraniums
in Damascus.
Thursday, 14 February 2013
Wednesday, 6 February 2013
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