The thing is, many of us can relate-
They don’t need to be forgiven
Tag: Uncollected Poems
The Shell
Another non-poem about lockdown life in these cold days.
Sueños de la Alhambra (sonsonete insomne de madrugada)
Líneas compuestas en insomnio a modo de ahuyentar a los fantasmas.
‘Definitions’, in Visual Verse Vol. 8, Chapter 3 (January 2021)
A new published poem by me in Visual verse, inspired by an image by Michael Easterling.
Un no-poema pandémico
No-poesía diaria via Whatsapp.
Face Masks
The question these mornings of birdsong
The Burial of the Dead
I woke up this morning thinking/T.S. Eliot had no clue
To a dead fox
A poem in draft form.
Le temps déborde
After Éluard and Cave.
A Backward Glance
With apologies to Walt Whitman.
Réentrée
A new attempt at a poem.
Rejoice
A Christmas Day poem. Unedited.
Everything is Connected 
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