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
Two of the reasons I’m doing a PhD
A Confessional Prose Poem of sorts. i) Martin came by to babysit. I was three and had heard Good Vibrations by the Beach Boys on the radio that morning … Continue reading
Dais
The wrong shoes impede my ascent and I struggle-slip through grass and gorse. The keen thorned shrubs tug on too thin clothes and claw at barely waxed haversack … Continue reading
News, apologies, excitement (slight return)
If I’ve seemed a bit quiet of late, there are a number of good reasons. Firstly, I’ve been chasing up a PhD for myself and after several months, I’ve got … Continue reading
Dungeness – March 9th, 2018.
Brut concrete lines, aged and crinkled, adding ersatz shingles to a saved and solemn beach. Beech gantries lead to stern signposts warning of ripped seas warmed, given unexpected life … Continue reading
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