Not Gold
A rucksack, mugger torn, spills a life to the floor. Gathering the remnants; wallet, money, destination gone; no choice but a park bench; enamelled metal and stale beer sticky; … Continue reading
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 new … Continue reading
Lunar Tattoos
In the next few days, I’ll be releasing a chapbook on Amazon. It’ll be available as a kindle book and a print on demand item. I’ll also be having a … Continue reading
Church Ope Cove
Tethered kelp shakes angry algal fists at boy racer waves reaching for shore. Slow-time tides beat lunar tattoos. Oil black mackerel taunt the shore bound; Slick and shifting. Wind whips; … Continue reading
Losna (Winter)
From beside a sun- paled bridge – enamel petals falling, brickle and bleached – I watch the mounting satellite – wan-creeping above bitter horizon – over looking-glass spatters of … Continue reading
Tromsdalen
There was a time when a small shack, – unused in decades – stood here, shaking under a barrage of wind and hail; door barely hanging on by it’s friable rust devoured hinges; charged … Continue reading
ursus maritimus
Her head low and eyes fixed on mine. Loping from floe to sea to dolerite schist; crackling on the lime rich shore; following stale musk. Per shakes my … Continue reading
three
i have walked for nearly thirty miles and yet lack the courage to pass through the sap sticky firs and on to other soil there is no mark no … Continue reading
Goodbye Sean
That day, a would-be princess dressed in jaundiced rags, roaring with tropical anger, masked the sound of the telephone ringing. Samuel Beckett’s voice-mail, all blink-light urgent, and with increasing … Continue reading
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