I started this collection in 2007 and feel comfortable to draw a line under it now in 2009. My fascination with time viewed from a quantum perspective has released a flow of verse which has helped me to grapple with such a far reaching subject. Questions, as to the nature of what we really are viewed from a multidimensional perspective have been tackled simplistically in short verse form with minimal punctuation allowing the readers’ own understanding to develop. The poem below gives an indication as to why I have chosen to present my work in this way.
There are several poems which look at more contemporary matters, such as the credit crunch and some of life’s personal challenges that some may face: each poem endeavours to offer the reader an alternate view and purpose for such global and individual experiences. For the esoteric reader there are three occult keys present in the text.

Some Say I’m Dyslexic

I watch the skin upon my fingers pulse back and forth,
my fingertips dampen as an oratory which seemed to come
from inside, pursued the keys.
Pushing my fingers which never quite seemed to know
what is coming next, just the sense of something beginning,
coupled with a strange feeling that bubbles just below my
diaphragm.
And then there he is, a mischievous little runt running up and
down each word drawing off my creative vapours.
Sticking his head out between the letters, laughing, poking
fun. So tiny you have to strain to see him as he squeezes
between an e and an a, never-the-less perfectly formed.
Looking at him through a magnifier his face is impish
with piercing black beady eyes and the widest of smiles;
an extraordinary long tongue falls from the side of his mouth.
Pointy red slipper boots, green fur lined coat, strewn with
gadgets which I’m told are for every eventuality, all topped off
with a red flat cap.
The pull of my sentence puts him in a giddy spin.
Laughing louder than ever he slips beneath the line.
A tiny hand can be seen grasping, then over comes a leg
and he’s off again sucking upon each word, rearranging the
letter form, pushing some right out of sight then farting
between the gaps.
Some say I’m dyslexic, I tend to disagree.