May24

If nothing else, I marvel at this: this ruined spire, which could once rival those in leafy Oxford; this decrepit office, once boasting toasting, tweeting triumphs, when toasting and tweeting were the toasts of the town and the tweets of the twitter, well before the great AI propaganda machine in the cloud bent it’s churning…

May23

I lived an exposed life in the open ocean, but did not live until I happened upon that resilient bay. Those sheer, leaning cliffs, veiled in keen, verdant leaf, bequeathed to me a confetti shower of pink to peach blossom, and cloistered gleaming marble verandas and spiraling pastel temples sacred to smiling Gods of full…

May21

So long, old pal, who stood by us through the longest winters. We remember your holler, your bravado, your cowboy dust, and despite the perceived bad will, we love you still. I know you didn’t like giving or receiving a hug, but, we couldn’t just stand there watching you bathe in your own sewer: you…

May20

Art School Look at the way the stars splatter across the night sky. Like a nocturnal Jackson Pollock, they dribble slowly down to morning. Then the sun is up. Blazing! It splits the spirit, like half a sheep in a tank of formaldehyde. It’s no good, I’ve sliced off my ear. All this talk of…

May19

I cried on the day. The moment got me. I thought this would change everything. To see her so proud. Her head never drooped. Even at her last vow. Her stellular eyes radiate grace. Her legato gait so tranquil, like a white swan against the approaching storm. And yet, as she glanced up to the…

May18

As I closed the door behind me sat the ghost of myself. As usual it wouldn’t talk. It just stared. I offered my heart, but it was too scared to take it. I offered my brain, but it was too simple to accept. I offered my courage but it was too cowardly to even look….

May17

Driving through the Heart of England Twitter these humble rustic scenes: Diving fielders on village greens. Buttered scones, cream and jam Neatly snapped on Instagram. Google: “Rolling heart of England”, Find brassy housewives, eternally aproned. See wooden gates and dry stone walls Delivered quickly from Amazon stalls. Arching bridge over snaking brook Downloaded to my…

May16

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…