Oct21

As the two of them lock eyes,They unlock the precariousness of theirRelative positions.On one side, a man dangling over the edge,Below him 50 stories of emptiness leading to A concrete landing zone.All that is stopping him is his own failing grasp.On the other side, a so-called man,Meditating on existence.Relative positions:Both about to die, in different…

Oct20

Surfing the tables, burning,A pocketful of puff,Rough, off the cuff,And curling, the table turning.Rolling in dough, for show,Encrusting the rings,Everything’s thingsOn the street-worn skid-row.And there’s beef and a fat reef,The wisps caressing the lungAnd lines lined up amongThe brief relief from the grief.Away, so far, and gone,Shone, like the black sun,Silent, like a shooting gun,Ignorant…

Oct19

Marvellous flexing aura,In constant change,Bring us closer to truth.In truth, in wilder yonder,We will wonder underThat illuminating blanketWarming the winter sky,Hopefully to thaw Any unnatural selections,Any unbalanced equations,That twist like those visual strandsAcross the arctic horizon.Let it lead usAnd bring us into equilibrium,Holding hands Across a snowbound plainIn heavenly aweAt the sketchbook of God. Leigh…

Oct18

Jonah had plenty of time.Time boxed in daysLabelled for Dr BlackAnd Reverend Green.Time to breathAnd think about the timeWhen a Doctor and a PriestChased him over the fieldsStraight down the gulletOf this giant fish.Don’t think too much, Jonah. Isaac Jogues, French missionary and martyr, died today in 1646. Moby Dick, written by Herman Melville, was…

Oct17

Days feel like this…When I’ve thrown everything into the Grünfeld DefenceOnly to see my pawn structure collapse.I should’ve seen it coming.I should’ve sensed the trap.The offer of the QueenWith no clean exchange.Before I can reactThe jaws have snapped around meAnd all I can do is watchAs my lines are overrunAnd my empty heartIs served up on…

Oct16

That day struck me dumb,Like the clapper of some mighty bell,I was unable to utter another word,My only vocalisation was silent.I peered around the edges of my frame.It led to the end of interaction,The terminus of temperamental time,Ephemeral moments encased in looks.And hearing was abandoned,All sounds washing over meWithout the serenity of wonder,Not even a…

Oct15

Shadows crept across his stooping faceAs, in standard deference, he amassedThe remains of “just desserts”,In this case iced lemon sorbetWith crisp biscuits drizzled in cognac.Care is carved into his faceWith the deft of a sculptor’s bladeAs clear as his transparency,As present as his permanence,As gentle as the chin cleansing sweep of his hand.As they retire…

Oct14

The Cyclops witness the whole battleFrom his fractal island.He studied the clash:Iron on Steel;Wood on Bronze;Weapon on bone;Blood in dust.He blinked in awe at the rising clamour,Stood in stupor as bodies Were ground into the dirt,And wondered how instinctCan birth the savage heart. The Battle of Hastings took place on this day in 1066, resulting…

Oct13

Rising from the haze of Mexican tundra,The tumbling steam of African rainforest,The sparkling cyan of true Stockholm eyes,The grime of fashionable London hoodies,The polished concrete of Singaporean hawkers,The dust of Outback wilderness trails,The epitome of Parisian chic,The fat steins of Munich luncheon,Comes a bridge of stretching fingersInterconnecting over cemetary oceansIn a new electronic posse of…

Oct12

The silence before the killing became the most fascinating part of assassination. Sliding the round into the chamber became, in some way, akin to sliding pawns around a chess board. The slow progression of the pieces, minute, interlocking elements of his larger strategy, building to the inevitable release with the squeezing of the trigger, snapping…