It has snowed tonight.
The land is untouched again.
I watch from a bridge
the night crane in the river
call out it’s mate for dancing.
The Fabulous Bakr Boys
The Fabulous Bakr Boys I will never forget that day when they went hunting for shells and we found a loss that echoed right across to the west. Hunting among the razor clams, razored cans, razor wire, picking their path though the foaming, beach combing all along the edge, then flinching, a firework flash, or…
Parish Politics
He balled up his fist and started to shout Something about a standing order. She pressed the button and kicked him out. The vice-chair readied himself for the verbal bout His red eyes swivelled toward her He balled up his fist and started to shout. He spat and he swore that “she ain’t got the…
Dream Wakas – 50
Days above, unsure, And patient as a lake, For transition, As a river, from cloud To newly breaking ripples.
Dream Wakas – 49
Can someone explain How the future seems to work? I peered into a crystal ball And all I saw were swirling clouds. I’m sure it was raining as well.
Dream Wakas – 48
And Love was in there, Eyeing me up, Like I was its prey. It knew all my soft spots, All my vulnerabilities. And it ate my heart, Just for kicks.
Dream Wakas – 47
I grabbed the moment. It was soft and pliable But it kept slipping Through my fumbling fingers Like I was catching the west wind.
A New Year of Poetry
A Locked Down Year Wherever you are in the world, the last year could not have been easy. COVID-19 brought with it changed world along with all the disappointment, despair, disaster and death. We’ve all experienced the change: Home working, Zoom Bombing, social distancing, face masks and lockdowns. Tiered living in the UK has made…
Dream Wakas – 46
Approaching whirlwind Will you alter me even more? Will you thrust me forth, Or cascade me into a Blundering collection of loss?
Dream Wakas – 45
A shining hero Appeared to clear the debris. A profit prophet, Speaking in twisting tongues, Delivering only red.