this sweet flame around poem for summer

this sweet flame around by Stephen Maughan

Browsing penny postcard shops offering cheap salvation

in hypnotic and decayed heat

but your bicycle eyes keep me cool, spinning

answers while  this Arizona skyline melts my fears

and digs into my heart

pantomime lizards sing and howl

as I’m pushed out of line at the horizontal bar

talking of eternal dreams gone sour

we don’t connect in a city drowned in

confusion and the black tears of youth

withstanding reason gets harder

when you’re gone and my sleep is hollow

and time eclipses your perfect moonlit smile

until the colours have all turned grey

before the sea breeze calls my name once more

7 July 2015

a delicate truth poem

Once again I was at the poetry club, and so here is my April poem. I’m back in Romania for Open Hands work next week, but back soon for more music and book fun. Stay tuned.

A delicate truth

These spring days I spend

under the pear tree thinking of

shadows and light lost

and the rocky helicopter ride


Our thoughts became our souls

until there were no more days

no more royal blue sunsets

to calm the mistakes I’ve made


I walked through the golden field

until I found you crying over

a dead butterfly

“things mean a lot”


i wish I could drain the pain I’ve caused you

wait until winter and start again

by the broken bridge

of tomorrow’s dream.


a new poem

When I have the time I go along to a poetry club. It’s very low-key, and run by my neighbour the shepherd. Here is the poem I wrote yesterday morning for it which the members there seemed to enjoy. Brand new for spring.

Rock, Paper, Scissors

I shut my mind to it all

who cares the stars still sparkle

in this cold black night when the brown leaves

are just like brown paper waiting to burn.


the evening will fall and drag me out of to the golden  lake where

you first held my hand and said something about time

could always heal, but you didn’t tell me the

sun hardly shines this way.


hope walks against your lies

one day the breeze will settle the clouds, and the sun will

melt your snake skin coat and even your

exotic perfume won’t help you.


four thousand tired trees surround this empty heart

I’ll talk to blurry animals about electricity as

a child’s balloon floats by out of time

losing hope to the sky’s fluorescent glow.

Why William Faulkner is the greatest writer ever

Well, i might be in a minority there. People say he’s difficult to read, he’s complicated, he doesn’t make any sense. For some reason all that kind of appeals to me, and the sheer beauty of his breathtaking writing will knock you senseless and leave you in a daze.

But, hey, sometimes you can alImageways catch the film instead, right? Hot on the heels of “As I lay dying”, which is the film I’m most looking forward to watching this year (out November 2013), it’s director and star James Franco told the LA Times earlier this week he’s started work on Faulkner’s “The Sound and the Fury”, which is another “unfilmable” book. As you can expect, the book worm bores are already slating both Franco’s SATF intentions and the “As I lay dying” film, “killed a great book” blah blah blah. These are the same people still choking on their popcorn over the Kerouac “on the road” film, a film I found very enjoyable.

ImageAs I Lay Dying will be relased worldwide November 2013