“we Got A Runner! ”
When the hammer strikes the head of the chisel
I imagine the muffled shot ringing out down the
cellblock. I picture myself squatting, waiting, listening... more »
A Bad Workman
This evening, surrounded by the darkness of the empty house,
the black nib of my pen points expectantly
at an empty space on the page.
A menacing spearhead of ink and insistency.... more »
A Tribute To Richard Madeley
This Morning’s general and captain
A consummate pro, smooth as satin
He just knew it all
From gynaecology to balls... more »
At The Third Stroke…
Today I am wearing a new watch.
And to quote the song – I am feeling good!
Others get their kicks from new shoes... more »
The air was cooler tonight.
A sign of autumn approaching.
It felt like she was a girl on a bus,
just a few stops from here,... more »
My pen has hovered over the page like a metal detector
so many times because of you.
All our walks through your woods, around your lake.... more »
Clearing The Garden
This is the season of lawns and leaves
The gravitational pull of early autumn
So here we are, just me and this skeleton rake... more »
Recent archaeological finds suggest Stone Age men from
Europe somehow crossed the Atlantic and discovered
America in 14000BC.... more »
Perhaps later this evening
I will go down to the water's edge
and step down into the slatted curve
of a small wooden boat.... more »
Conscious Of Time
Even in the lingering light of this early spring evening
the phrase seems to be everywhere.
It is ticking around the feeder with the clockwork sparrows,... more »
The uninvited guests and intruders
that call in the night and rudely pluck us
from the body of sleep are legion.... more »
Dust And Bullets
Bite the dust
Bite the bullet
Bullet through the windscreen
Bullet to the brain... more »
I love that small silver thimble full of time
before the start of the day.
A little quiet time to get the job done
before all the work starts getting in the way.... more »
No matter where you are
such a place always seems too far away.
A small black dot on the far edge of the map... more »
Geography Lesson Circa 1991
Like penguins on an ice floe we would stand
in line then swallow it down like sharp sand.
There was something about irrigation,
farming, but mostly the irritation... more »
He's The Town Crier.
Battleship crowds cruised overhead today
but were later sunk by a desert of
solid blue, pierced only by a
white jet plane that cut a chalky margin... more »
I do not remember where I came across it.
The word just tripped me like a discarded slipper,
lying on a bedroom carpet in the darkness of 3am.... more »
The simple garden at the back of the house
with it’s playhouse standing in the corner
and the empty bird feeder swinging from the fence
faces dead north.... more »
If The Wind Changes...
You can shuffle around on your knees all you like,
your legs are not going to fall off.
The worse that will happen is that you will wear a whole
in your jeans or your gran’s new carpet.... more »
Inset (In-Service Training)
Let me begin by saying that yes, we will be
finishing early. I am also conscious of time and I
know how busy you all are, I haven’t forgotten what... more »
Keep Out Of The Reach Of Children
She sat on my knee. The shiny red bag slung
over a shoulder means you’re shopping for the day,
sunglasses riding high like a boat on the waterfall’s edge.... more »
Now Put Down Your Pens And Pencils
Towards the centre of the page, I drew a small “V”.
Just two rapid pencil flicks.
A “V” with slightly curving arms.... more »
Our RE teacher never somehow looked
exactly the way he was supposed to.
Bushy Mexican bandit black moustache.
His winter school ski trips to Austria... more »
These carefully arranged letters were not spewed
from a bland machine of beige.
Nor stamped by the spindly hammers
of a much cherished typewriter.... more »
Today I was in the kitchen
sitting at the table
watching the steam rise
from the boiling pan of potatoes... more »