Category: Just Poems


Ask for a world in which the white recedes and colour bleeds back in. You can feel a hand again as it softly strokes your hair – and you know it’s your own. Nothing takes you from pain like its own promise. And where is promise? Ask for a primrose world, one that means something beautiful but you don’t know… Read more →

In the Pure

She says she doesn’t know love. But in her drift on the sea, there is a love of sand and iron. There is a love of the dead. She won’t come to you like this. A slip of the whirlpool and she’s gone and who knows what she reads in sea beds in that moment in the dry? She is… Read more →