These poems were inspired by the questions life asks and the experience life offers. Michael Martin: group analyst, poet, husband, son, brother, friend, priest, thinker, soul searcher died October 10th 2006 aged 50. This book was a project Michael began but could not complete. It is a gift to us that he left.
These poems were inspired by the questions life asks and the experience life offers. They were written over a lifetime and take us on a remarkable journey from Eastern Europe to South Africa to the deepest recesses of ourselves. These poems are about discovering identity and finding a place to be who you really are.
SILENCE
I know the need to stop
to take the time to be at home
to offer invitation
to the angles on the road.
To break bread with them
around the campfires in the desert
To the memory of Abraham
the father of letting go.
Food is the only God I know.
Cold comfort of another hunger rumbles by my side
silent with fume exhausted face
her grubby hand stark and
begging to be let inside.
Close to the fire
spoiling my chances of finding out about desire.
Caught out in my own begging years
She heaves the empty milk shake tumbler
across the cracks in the pavement
where I used to jump to escape my devil.




