Our Domesticated Cat

If I fed him more,
I doubt he’d pester me less,
and if I fed him less,
he could not pester me more.



Our Celebrities

Sometimes,
it’s easier to believe
that the dead are still
one of us, like when
a celebrity speaks
in their local accent.



The Minute Hand

I would stare and stare
but never see it move.
Then look away,
look back and find
it in a different place,

like returning from abroad
and noticing my mum was old,

or how my daughter now
practises the violin
when we’re not around,
until performing well,

or my mum returning,
two years away,
to hear her violin played.



Discussing Derrida with academics

I do not want to be
a washing machine
unmoved by its own spinning,
or a large, flimsy wardrobe
that has to be dismantled
before it can be moved.



Summer Holiday

This evening, my daughter told me
she’d climbed a high wall
and coaxed a cat
down the other side
where it wasn’t as high.
I asked her where this wall was.
It backed onto the school
she’d start at in two weeks.

Tristan Moss

If you have any thoughts on these poems, Tristan Moss would be pleased to hear them.