Kickstart Your Heart

Here’s a list of my latest poems. Go to Kickstart Your Heart to find them all!


  • Boarding School Troubled Teen
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    Whenever it is discovered that someone attended boarding school, the focus of conversation gets interesting questions. Is it really like the Harry Potter novels? What was the food like? Did you join the pillow-fights? Did many run away? Girls frequently ran away. One of my girlfriends did. So did I. It was... Read more »
  • Boarding School Bullies Failed…
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    In November 2016 I revisited Newtown, my old boarding school. I brought along my friend / photographer, Dora, to capture the spirit of that fondly-recalled, foundational place. Like others, I was bullied a bit but the senior sadists didn’t break my spirit….I was much helped at the time by the... Read more »
  • Dawn Squeezes Through Unbuttoned Shutters
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      Wintry wind tunnel-tumbles through trees: engine-insistent, vacuuming bare boughs; my early a.m. sleep is stolen successfully.   Awakened, yawning, at least luke-warm: mattress generous, antique four poster: snug-soft pillows, duvet bosom-plump.   Short-sighted, grappling the stubborn switch, reluctantly turned on, bedside light soft, thoughts typewriter-tapped on a black tablet.   Dawn squeezes through unbuttoned shutters, I cold water wash, don un-warm clothes, descend the... Read more »
  • Boarding School Scrapbook Scenes
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      Harboured from harm by high stone walls, unacademic and sports-coach never called; – spartan-lunches schooled us in justice, Quaker-soaked silence this rebel trusted.   O sweet those three special girls adored, shoe-skidded those waxed parquet floors; readily I joined rowdy-night pillow fights, unsanctioned walks in early-dawn light.   Long-anticipated each supper dance, psychedelic strobes, surreptitious glances; late-sixties student, born to be wild: underground... Read more »
  • First Night Lights-Out
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    I had always been an adventurous child. Being the youngest of three, I was frequently the first for any new experience: smoking, kissing girls, solo travels and boarding school. That boarding school experience was both the making and unmaking of me. I have an unutterable fondness for all that Newtown... Read more »
  • Five Old-Fashioned Home-made Hats
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    Since the mid-1970s I have been a closet Slav. I learned all about Russia through human rights and travel books, mainly. In 2008 I got the opportunity to visit that huge troubled country. On my last day there I stumbled on a ‘babushka’ selling gaudy coloured, acrylic knitted hats. Illustration: katyazhu.com I. A... Read more »
  • Bookshops: places of adventure & discovery…
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                                                  Phone at Carraig Books                                              Dora Kazmierak https://www.instagram.com/dorakazmierak/ __________________________________________________________________   Working... Read more »
  • Who holds the future, if it’s not the One who made us…
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      The year was 1976. I had dropped out of secondary school, due to family fracturing and lack of academic engagement. I was pretty lost in direction. My goals were to immerse myself in music and female friendships. I’d had a small catalogue of sweethearts in my teens and quickly realised... Read more »
  • Nervously-naked
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      image: Neringa Normantaite: www.facebook.com/artistneringa     Nervously-naked, tender pendulant bells, between our legs sacred energy swells;   easily unclasped, compliant private purse, sown seeds speed: shallow secret universe;   birdsong-seranded, tryst in private woods: Eden-ordained passion: pure and good. ... Read more »
  • Gospel Hall Brethren
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    We were the faithful, we were true: we never knelt or sat in pews, all seated in a circle broken, long prayers in Ulster accents spoken; repeated cliches too well-known: the Quaker silence we disowned.   ‘Sacred Songs’  sung as best able, bap bun  on ‘worldly’ card table: the beaded-doily covered sherry glass rang bell-like, echoed frowned-on Mass.   Oh! The lisp... Read more »