Elder Respect
Cloudy cordial – it was too soot
for my tongue – inbred-sweet &
all sugar-buzz – Grandma’s own
& she is an amazing woman [no
proof given] …/
AGING
Blood Spots
All cells come from cells & other facts rub at me/ Our place is layer-thin & ready to cleave [cut out such thoughts] while we… Read More »Blood Spots
Stops
Another thirty-ish minutes of life lost to indecisions By my lethargy By her rough mis-reckonings of tightly wound watches and bare clock faces You will… Read More »Stops
Closing Times
Now – be forever consigned to coughed-up-banter nights at your threadbare old boys’ club – propped behind spewed pints of pump-drawn gut-brown beer Your bent… Read More »Closing Times
A Thankless Task
Here fifty-six lichen-dipped granite bodies sunbathe – some lean – some almost swoon in April’s upset of unexpected weather Here clippings and rolled stripes of… Read More »A Thankless Task
Field Studies
We swam before fish in that meandering gutter of long runoffs down from Kemble in our eel-shone skin – equal by breaststrokes and coloured cold… Read More »Field Studies
The Riverside Cafe – Lewes
That water-spinning hum
in The Riverside Cafe –
of draining dishwashers
and coffee machines –
is a prized white noise
needed by me to settle …/
Words Burn
VLADIMIR: You should have been a poet. ESTRAGON: I was. [Gesture towards his rags.] Isn’t that obvious. [Silence.] Waiting for Godot. Samuel Beckett A whole… Read More »Words Burn