Sunday, November 26, 2017

bingo


november rain

the bingo caller's voice

drifts out to sea


[One from this day, 26th November, but 2012, from a visit to Hunstanton, Norfolk] 

What Did You Say The Meaning Of Life Was?


It's a single star we find at the bottom of a well of cloud. It's the hiss & crackle of fireworks and the dog in every room, barking. It's a night train, brightly lit & empty, picking up speed. It's one hawk and then another, hovering beside the road in a blustery wind. It's the one wind turbine that isn't turning. It's a face you'd like to see, if they'd only turn around. It's the sound of a movie playing in another room; your younger days. It's the sound of our ten feet kicking through leaves; the four of us. It's a pink glove reaching out from a corner heap of windblown leaves. It's dusk descending and the dog catching sight of his ghost self in the glass. It's an owl; white shriek from the pitch-black woods. It's whatever's in the torch beam and little else. It's the long black hair of night, with three sounds braided together: wind, rain & hillside stream. It's the braying of a donkey somewhere on the opposite hillside. It's autumn sunlight stumbling down a vertiginous wooded slope. It's a man in a red plaid jacket collecting eggs, carrying them back in the crook of his arm. It's the whole mill town deep in shadow, sunlight on the surrounding hills. It's a stone buddha cross-legged on the canal boat foredeck. It's a few quiet moments at the grave of someone you loved.



[A collection of "It's-ku" from a few days in & around Hebden Bridge, early November 2014]

Friday, November 10, 2017

Friday, October 20, 2017

Saturday, September 23, 2017

four tells


* * *

he says the gallery 

is full of women 

talking about soup 


* * *

she tells me 

her piano tuner hopes 

to get a new knee 


* * *

she says the 

last time I drove 

I hit a badger


* * * 


betting slip in hand 

he tells me 

he's started chemo 


*oct '15 
  

Friday, September 22, 2017

window cleaner's


the

window

cleaner's

ladder


leaves

two

small

holes


in

the

planet




*09 01 15 
(revised format) 
published online in Bones No 6, March 2015
and in print in Dwarf Stars Anthology 2016 from the Science Fiction Poetry Association 

unwrapping


unwrapping

a

sherbet

lemon


as

the

hearse

goes

past

 
*26.08.16 
 

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Friday, September 08, 2017