Something different about his cry / two wide eyes in the dark / the tang of sick scratching the air
Looking through my archives, I realised I've never posted the poems I wrote for the poet/artist collaboration I did with Timo Rannali back in 2005. So here they...
The way their blond hair hums in the sunlight.
It is the fleeting moments, the seemingly unimportant ones that send a positive ripple through other people’s lives.
I wrote this poem about my second son when he was little and hilarious. (He's still hilarious.)