Poetry must have something in it that is barbaric, vast and wild.
-Denis Diderot

Poetry is what Milton saw when he went blind.
-Don Marquis

I don't claim to be anywhere near as good a poet as Byron or the other masters of the craft, but I hope you enjoy these offerings nevertheless. Comments and suggestions are always welcome. Poems marked with a * contain mention of self-injury and may be triggering.

I Remember An Old Country Churchyard Rainbows The Fantasist Eyes Wide Shut Always * The Light Fantastic The Old Easy Chair Realms of Gold When I Die Paradox * Doctors And Death Still Shines So Bright Ecopoetic Thanatos * I Am * The Sale is the Life Lost Cutting Through the Pain * Finis * To Fly For Freedom That Which Stalks That Which Stalks 2 Vapours Bloody Redemption *

Choices The Dead Ones Summer is Come Theodicy Cathedral Cover Her Face My Life is a Broken Metaphor Exhaustion The Bairns Are Wise Indeed [Dialect poem] Hypnos Ghost in the Machine Mystic Madness after Lucius Apuleius Children of Error Sanguis Vitae [Blood of Life] Death Sycorax's Brood The Cup Summerland Dreaming The City The Coast Safety Happiness On the Nature of Blood Ambitious Dreams