We sit stuffed inside our bleak dioramas alongside reduced in number pandas... /
Hear them - those too-near rushes of combustion over tyre-rubbering there - beyond my fence I am just fifteen yards from others' entered destinations .../
There is a medium wave interference around me off roost-massing rooks .../
Under Glynde's grey turbine I know I am irrelevant It is as if my chest's creaks are now unsure ship timbers set grinding by lifts and turns of blown low pressures Her blades swoon over us in that signature revolution She asks of me a greater effort to stand for any time in her shadow … Continue reading Farming Today
My authorised version of the holy book declares that avarice will kill us all off which we declaim aloud being self-anointed by those inner whispers of our godhead voices Our gor-bellied lives of fulfilment are fed by our sating purchases drawn down from less Our bounties are mounted under rented roofs which we brace with … Continue reading Pound Store
I met a rare squabble of sparrows - an old controverse being lost to us .../
I am entertained inside her lento lungs - travelling alone and partly dusk-blind - within her low suck of cooling breath .../
The Himalayan Balsam's scent clogs - a laundry swill of smells - lingering - invasive - out-of-place - underlining the call to action .../
An odd mound in the lay by with three kids stood beside it and a man on his knees..
The picked at scab scarring above Beddingham, containing such poisons, rain-washed infections..