The Power of Love

From the May 2015 Print Edition

When I go walking on the street My Guardian Angel walks behind. I hear the rustling of his feet. I feel the movement of his mind. His heart is mine. I hear it beat. My heart is his and he is kind. I hear the rustling of his feet. I feel the whirring of his wings. Be still my soul, my body sings, Be . . . . Continue Reading »

The Scapegoat

From the April 2015 Print Edition

Your Dad is bad, your Mum is mad,Your brothers all run wild,And you were born with feet of horn,For you are Satan’s child.The fairies stole your soul at birthAnd stashed it God-knows-where.You are the wretched of the earth,Past pity and past care.The fairies stole away your soulAnd smashed it on . . . . Continue Reading »


From the April 2013 Print Edition

It is Spring and the young Are all falling in love. It is Spring and the tongue Of the poet is free. Now Winter is shut Like a snake in a box With the shriek of the owl And the yelp of the fox. Now Winter withdraws To his palace of bones, With a clanging of doors And a grinding of stones. And . . . . Continue Reading »


From the November 2012 Print Edition

Listen, your changeling children are swinging like monkeys, Hand-over-hand through the leaves of the trees of the forest, Hugging and kissing and swinging and laughing and singing Wishes like wings as they flutter and float to the ground. Feral and faery and wary, the wraiths of your children, . . . . Continue Reading »