POETRY

Father and son talking over dinner sharing the spaces between stars light years, parsecs, and the son’s question holds the silence for a while: can light become a liquid? Maybe, yes maybe that’s what happens at absolute zero, when nothing

I cried stepping on board the massive steel bulk of this ship which ploughs the waves with all our hopes, our wishes, our prayers for a better future – to save the whale to save the oceans. God give strength to

I used to wear a thin, stripy jacket always carried a packet in my pocket, the same one for over a year, crushed blue paper. Now, eighteen years later, I buy Gauloises Lights, in a shiny red carton. Slowly I

A face her face her beautiful face staring up at the sky. Barking.

They tug at buttons – his shirt, her blouse – swiftly cleaving zips, jeans, skirt, driven in their searching, each for the other’s skin, to share the frenzy of their bodies’ repeated collision. The house is unfurnished, bare, a street

If I were to try to explain how it happened it would have to do with high tension, high voltage breaking the tight line between what is real and what is imagined. It has to do with boundaries between body

It’s the Figure Show at the Jill George Gallery, Soho. I’m downstairs in a large, bright basement. Two of Mike’s paintings – watercolour on paper – among many variations on form. I stand absorbed, almost in disbelief that such simple liquid blocks

Last time it poured today it was warm beneath the clouds and the silences of tiny falling stars their surprises less than pinpricks on our skin.

The Little Book of Poems is a pamphlet of selected earlier work (23 poems), which can be requested by sending an email to steve@makingconnectionsmatter.org Copies are £3 each, and profits will be donated to, and shared equally between, Greenpeace, Amnesty

for Kyla Our first contact when you wrestled me to the ground we were no more than five… One day we cycled to the woods the next, giggling, you told your friends at school what you had seen – we

Ah that long, gentle run, spinning at speed the three of us leading the group pedalling all the way from London to Paris And Paris! ii Reclining in shop windows more naked than you could ever be without this armoury

If you would like a copy ofmy CD of poetry and music – The Place Is Skomer -please contact me atsteve@makingconnectionsmatter.org The CD includes: In place of silence Gauloises Dinner time The Art of Finding Things The Moons of Jupiter