Bullshit Detector
1983 and faux anarchic romanticism seduces me. Squatting for peace dreaming that the threat of Threads is gone and Barefoot Gen can sleep unhindered; ashen shadows confined to graffiti. … Continue reading
Via
nameless child nameless child mother earless mumchance isle-bound by the grace of a king – to search for the divine idiolect – communion with the light of lights … Continue reading
Tickets Please, Mr Auden
It wasn’t the Savile taint of the Age of the Train or the jaw dropping sexism of travelling like the men do, but the efficiency of engines that killed the … 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
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
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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