Until they Understand Scattering feet scatter cats and pigeons emphatically, beating away all obstacles on their mission to his house. The boys hang off the bell until his Mum appears cursing, until she deciphers the cacophony of their story lines and then picks out her missing son, now safe in my home where he will…
May15
Waters whisper through the shimmer from bank to bank in crystal flow. Will I reflect the silent glimmer? I dive down deep to really know. I raise a conch up from the river that relays echoes of summer glow, intentions that I should deliver exchanged in kisses ‘neath mistletoe. Emily Dickinson, American Poet, died today…
May14
The May afternoon padded slowly across my lawn, playfully stalking the unwary evening. From across the dog walker’s jungle the blare of a horn rudely interrupted the clatter of it’s northbound express to implicate me in my ambivalence. Hands up! I’ve been called out. The Sun scratched me with it. The passing train and all…
May11
Summer! Plumping up its columning clouds stunted to pastel table tops puffed out, punctured by the throes of war. Afternoon shows of aerobatic desperation for drop mouthed kids kicking heels in time with the stuttering reactions of battle, They parked themselves upon home farm gates flung open at the daily siren signal for inbound action…
May10
Green Greensleeves scorned by emerald green desire. Green eyes smiling on Gretna green first dance. Green fields wind shimmering like warm green fire. Green golfer takes a rub-of-the-green chance, Green trees driven to putting green birdie. Green revolution turns tight bowling green. Green space flaunts lively green hurdy-gurdy. Green power crashes deep rolling sea green….
May09
Hail to the Witch! I just can’t trust the broadcasting companies. I can confirm they will absolutely put profit above the wellbeing of others. Seizing on it and pigeonholing them had no effect whatsoever. I probably must be crazy, because I love it! Please bring donuts because I’m in on this one. I’ll be rocking…
May08
Wet Dream In my ugly room Moonlight is spat through the open window. Outside the reticent rustling leaves are Embraced by the wind in a sordid waltz. God lifts the curtain, shines over my sinful stage, His spotlight focussed on my cracked heart. [Dreaming] Of she… Faceless, yet sexual, her hot desperate body sings. “No…
May07
Tell me if the salad is tasty. It gets quite soggy with a bloody steak. Poking the flagstone of dead flesh From the slow side of the stampede, The leaking juices form a cold puddle Of post-life, hoisting olive-oil Skimmers around like Jolly-dancing pall bearers. Can you feel the beat that they rock to? It…
