Stavanger Sketches
1. Dismas and Gestas stare at the swords and wonder if anyone remembers them. 2. Haar drapes the cobbles stone work shimmering under it’s glister. From the tunnel between … Continue reading
Tidal
In silt and sand awaiting the thellasic lick of high water, flaccid buoys – tethered to mark the edge of aphrodisiac beds – rise in time for the smack and … Continue reading
Kings
With fingers stained and sticky From the juice of scrumped berries I peel enamel scales from the top of the weathered climbing frame. From its ramparts, my pink … Continue reading
Hallsands (Plymouth)
In The London we’d talk of the Skerries, the herring and lobster, the Channel bluster stealing Ma Jones’ dizzy bells from the line – and other important fripperies … Continue reading
Go Fund Me
As much as I hate to ask, the funding for my PhD project has fallen through. My last ditch attempt at funding is via Go Fund Me. I would be … Continue reading
The Wrong Forest
Mean aluminium trees – plastic vines circulating analgesic sap – fail to sway in the bare thoracic snap from tired, syncopating lungs. Phoney canopy on geometric bough. Silent, motionless … Continue reading
Maps
And then there’s me… the reluctant God of All Distance, placing a foot on paths seen only In lucid dreams and on Google Earth. Breathless and drifting I vault … Continue reading
A Psalm of Stone
1. A merlin whiffles and surveys a ditch and bank, grateful for now open land and prey; leaving bark and sap and leaf unsheathed; replaced by rootless fruit … Continue reading
Well, gosh!
I’m in the London Magazine, again! Two of my poems about Norway, ‘Tromsdalen’ and ‘Losna (Winter)’ appear in the December/January issue which is available via by clicking on this link … Continue reading
Bailey Bank
No Bailey takes us from mainland and over the Faeroes to open seas above Rosemary Seamount Crater that gapes, dormant but screaming, as she is force fed distressed ships and … Continue reading
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