From suicides to sunsets, paedophiles to cathedral aisles, dementia to desire, paranoia to perfection and perhaps, more significantly, torment to tranquillity. This collection of poetry, in a somewhat random order, is very much the debris inside my mind and simultaneously acts as first aid for my soul. The poem, 'My first one', was written as an exercise to confront a traumatic subject that had been the catalyst of my nightmares for many years; the rape and murder of a 14 year old child. Following the penning of this poem, my nightmares ceased, though it should be noted that the reader is...