Bridgnorth (Impressionist)
The Funicular purring; It’s winding gear and bull heads grind, chasing the heady scent of lavender underhill while warm rain blots spatter the rosemary and sweet pea plants in … Continue reading
Kevin
It wasn’t until years later that i pieced together the barbs and puffing chest at the mention of his name…
A Deserted Village
An Architect would no doubt weep at the maze of tumbled rock found sad, lonely, lost beneath the sweep of beaten bracken paths. Summer * brings bright silence with each … Continue reading
Asunderland
I’m dreaming of a metal cage. A bloodied angel caught, hanging over me – unscathed but screaming. His life rains it’s final hour and . . . I am trapped … Continue reading
Camille
Sweat and hands and passion shape an uncarved block * in his name; his reputation ensured by your devotion. * Each success bruising her affection. Each denial inflaming her desire. … Continue reading
An Autopsy
An Autopsy (on being homeless in Sheffield in the 1980’s) i. Among mills, warehouses, tenements; stone blackened; cars burned; metal rusted; Each transformed by the neglect brought by progress. … Continue reading
Fifteen Cafe Scenes (11 – 15)
xi. Hallelujah? “She always brings extra biscuits for God and makes sure there is enough tea for His cup.” She acknowledges that His cuppa does not runneth over. It just … Continue reading
Fifteen Cafe Scenes (6 -10)
vi. Homeless He shuffles in a cup in his hand hoping he won’t be noticed; pretending that he bought it earlier, he takes a seat in an alcove. Staring into … Continue reading
Hastings Beach 1974
Ignoring the arguments and the cigarette fug, I rub the condensation from the window. It won’t be long before white noise stops its sibilant assault on roof and windscreen. … Continue reading
Will Vigar 
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