I learnt

I learnt not to throw a tennis ball indoors. That’s how you shatter a ginger jar. I also learnt one should not break a violin bow. Did I snap it or cause the hairs to explode? If your nose is running, and your mother is pinning your ballet costume don’t move. If she pins you,Continue reading “I learnt”

Let them eat

The ordinary class does not object to plastic chairs or utilitarian rooms used for multiple utilitarian purposes: pre-school, ballet lessons, Sunday School, prayer groups, a soup kitchen, evening workshops in crafts. The ordinary class bends over catered tray-lasagne seeping into paper plates balanced on knees and an insulation of paper serviettes. The ordinary class isContinue reading “Let them eat”

A quiet night preludes the festivities

‘Tis the night before I head off to find Christmas. with an inflatable bed and homemade biscuits. All through this lodging there is hardly a clatter; only Depeche Mode on my laptop and my landlady’s patter. To the front door she shuffles and hooks up the chain. Yesterday’s outside, while we’re bolted in. 22/12/13 —Continue reading “A quiet night preludes the festivities”

Another drop in this week before Christmas

Something for you – reads these cards. They’re blue this year for the seasonal drop. This something can be an item Special Delivery, Tracked, Recorded Signed For, An International Item. That one excites people. Or the item could be a letter, a packet, a catalogue, a number of items or, though never in my time,Continue reading “Another drop in this week before Christmas”

Without realising it, the postman leaves a poem

Something for you –   heads the blue card   This something is it a poem? a sonnet, a verse, an enveloped ode?   Your item is   a parcel. It could not be delivered. No-one was at home on this date 14. Dec at this time 1pm   for the verse? No the itemContinue reading “Without realising it, the postman leaves a poem”

Operations Meeting, El Dorado

This project allows us a ruler with a bit more flexibility. We are looking for a firm footing with a ruler, fully naked. This will provide a clear way forward – stripped of all his clothing. From January this year, thanks to Johnathan, the ruler has been on a raft. We have been able toContinue reading “Operations Meeting, El Dorado”

Two Books, Four Poems, Sore Legs and Arms

  This last weekend I did lots of kicks. Yesterday, I did enough repetitions of cloud hands to wake up with aching arms.  Are you ready for Christmas? I am far from, but did issue my second book of 2013 in time for its November deadline. Preview Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys here. Shining inContinue reading “Two Books, Four Poems, Sore Legs and Arms”

To the Valleys

Over the hills in this fulsome of seasons, the rains trigger migration of hartebeests in cravats. With dress suits and readings of love patient, love kind, they sniff over the morning for griddle-pan scones, white-veiled receptions, soft hands at their temples. Ah, all those summers a-toiling they bring back to the valleys as rings inContinue reading “To the Valleys”

Five Consequences of Repeated Actions

This month I once again neglect to pay into a pension, fertilize a good egg at ovulation or further my career. Untoward outcomes will result! In twenty years it will not matter that I didn’t write this poem today. — Not to fear. Come the end of next week, I plan to be on aContinue reading “Five Consequences of Repeated Actions”