People Ward Poems

I am certain that I am unwell.
A swelling golf ball
Lodged deep beneath my skin
Makes sure of that.

The floors of Ward 6
Are mirror-clean and sterile,
A nature-coloured...

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I am certain that I am unwell.
A swelling golf ball
Lodged deep beneath my skin
Makes sure of that. 

The floors of Ward 6
Are mirror-clean and sterile,
A...

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The cancer ward.

We sat in the waiting room, of elderly people, with cancer
we had had surgery now we waited to see if it had been...

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In the psych ward,
There are people who don't have homes, or parents, or friends.
In the psych ward,
There are patients who have no hope and feel...

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Of Dancing Moons and Golden Waters


Of our town, little is spoken,
ours is, after all, a small hamlet
with nothing we can boast of
but a small lake,...

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The psych ward,
The place everybody assumes is all padded rooms and restraints,
People think that being in the hospital defines you.

So tell me,
Does having been in...

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I know the land
where the lemon-tree flowers
Autonomous region in Sicily
Those beautiful beaches
seducing the travellers
Sicani people around 8,000 B.C.

I know the land
where the lemon-tree flowers
the largest...

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The neighbourhood was very rough;
My gran was sweet but, oh, so tough.

Most people didn’t go to work -
My mother said they’d rather shirk.

Some disappeared and...

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