Squeezed Out

You’re primed for that final dive

towards the light; but my heart

is misbehaving – racing yours

in misplaced sympathy.

We move from home

to hospital:

“Blue light,” says the midwife,

“Blue light, please.”

And it’s only afterwards

I understand I could have died:

that my body, primed to push,

could have pushed too hard:

my heart bursting into her hands

with the eagerness of birth.

Would she have caught it,

wrapped it in a blanket,

handed it to your father

to take home – your cot-twin,

wheezing its leaky refrain

to your new breaths?

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.