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?”



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


kidney shaped

an extra shot

& the heat

sparks blue



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