The couple stood, him a gruff man, she with her layered, read-long suntan .....
Month: August 2016
Welcome to Uckfield
Welcome to Uckfield, park where you can, up on the pavements, that's fine for this man ...
A Dance
It will slow down, our promenade, that we are pacing to ever-last, on this dance floor, where we step, to a song which makes you weep; I'll hold you after the last struck chord, until those notes are no longer heard, but without that music to guide my feet, from our ballroom I will have … Continue reading A Dance
Their Waiting
On my screen, a palm held light, I am led into Aleppo, to a hospital, where the staff stand waiting for the rushed aftermath .....
The Sun Dial
Our potted approach, by uneven kerbs of stones, to a solitude, this sun-aligned home: .....
Return Ticket
I have booked, again, a return to that dry place, where his death in the holidays killed my faith in families, seven years before, and I am still not ready to fly there, to be my brother's ghost, to be mistaken for him when shopping, or standing, being Chris for those people, who insist I … Continue reading Return Ticket
Happy Families
"We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be." — From Mother Night, Kurt Vonnegut Published on Facebook, a happy deal of cards, a knave-free life, for his re-fixed wife, whilst we looking 'Likers' know the truth - no honest comments, because that'd be rude: We transmit our … Continue reading Happy Families
Bluebirds Over
A programme of contrails for Eastbourne, held over, circled, then the low-flown aircraft burst through the scuttled wisps of nimbus. .....
Prelude
A locking up, that is my take home from the prelude of last night's dream ...
Rotation
Drive east out of Ringmer, then turn left, before Earwig Corner, pedal-down on hedgerows' chase, parallel to Will Craig's place .....