On Visiting Alderley Edge in the Hope of Finding a Wizhard
I wanted to follow in their footsteps – inhaling the clean filth of leaf mould. Terror and adrenalin giving scent to the enemy; to be “relentlessly pursued by outlandish creatures.” … Continue reading
Silver Lining (Obligatory Covid 19 Poem)
Listen. The directionless monoxide retch of engines – quarrelling in sick arteries has quieted. Listen as animals call from traffic islands, twitchels and premium wasteland – unsure of … Continue reading
Pulsar
This poem is inspired by a visit to Jodrell Bank Observatory and specifically a sound file of pulsars ‘singing’ on this page. I’m sort of tallying singing pulsars with Dr John … Continue reading
James VI vs The Metatron
The tiny island of Inchkeith, near Burntisland, off the east coast of Scotland is home to a story where King James VI exiled a woman with her two infant sons … Continue reading
Bridge
Fat land, moss wadded, pushes against my feet, carrying me to the bridge; held in the scent of warm brine and red fescue. Swaddled by wind fingers, I … Continue reading
This is How It Ends
this is how it ends/ in a fluorescent sucker punch/ a crass museum of basics no longer affordable/ with fights breaking out among the yellow stickers/ trojan poverty rebranded as … Continue reading
The Night Before…
A War of the Worlds Prequel “Have you packed every, dear?” “Yes, mum.” “You sure?” “I am.” “Heat ray?” “In my backpack” “Black smoke?” “Two canisters” “Passport?” “Mum… we’re … Continue reading
Dunnet Head (Fair Isle*)
In the tactile quiet, the whine of the nervous system drowns the black sea, north of Dunnet Head. A caged sound wash on this fluid canvas – where aspic … Continue reading
Mine
One of probably three poems skirting around the story of the Shetland Bus and part of the Shipping Forecast Areas project – these will be part of Fair Isle, Viking … Continue reading
Ullapool – Remembrance Sunday 2019 (Hebrides)
1 The sun absent; the moon a papercut. Hibernal lowery. An unexpected crunching woke me. Footsteps on gravel. A faint gruffling noise as something brushed against the chalet door; a … Continue reading
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