Thursday, June 28, 2018


heat wave

a blue knothole

in the curve of

the arbour roof

   

Tuesday, June 26, 2018


a midsummer night 

honeysuckle scent 

from 40 years ago 

   

a coastal walk

to sort my thoughts out

      longshore drift

 
from 2011 

“Is that what’s-her-name

doing the voiceover?”

“Yes.”

   

it’s a buzzing fly that breaks the dog’s siesta

 

lifts the t-shirt, blue, for a breeze to calm the raging scar

 

the petal, yellow, propelled along the floorboard by a through draught

   

when did I last see the moon? podded beans

   

Saturday, June 09, 2018


without work

my arms have gone

old man skinny

 

slitting pods

the broad beans

uncomfortably

kidney shaped

 
 
an extra shot

& the heat

sparks blue

dragonflies

   

on the 17th floor

of foxglove towers

a bee enters

   

from a pontoon

among the reeds

her stage whisper

   

we bought

the chili plants

& it's been

cloudy since

   

Thursday, June 07, 2018


& the dog runs

rings around my

deliberate steps

   

the train I only hear at night time rushes through