What to share?

What to share? A truck on the High Road Is a rumble away. Fresh breeze, cold noise, morning cloud. A white morning is smaller than usual. Less time. The garden’s recovering, sucking the soil. Where is the water? 26/08/2018 — This almost early autumn morning was probably the opposite of today. Today, outside, the skyContinue reading “What to share?”

Three poems to end the year

i 8:58PM write poems x1 x1 x1 I wrote on my week’s to-dos. It’s 8:58PM on SUNDAY. The radiator’s cranking up; Counting down to the bedtime routine. This isn’t a poem: it’s a snapshot. ii. write poems x1 x1 The idea was to help me See each output as a ‘1’; As a single entityContinue reading “Three poems to end the year”

Two voices

“Oh dear, G_d…” You want it and it and you think you want it. “Now what?” You say to yourself, you’re making “I was having a panic.” strides towards it. “My whole stomach’s turning over.” You plan and scribble little plans, and bigger plans, goals and more “I was just having a complete panic attack.”Continue reading “Two voices”

What I Ate Today

What I Ate Today Porridge for breakfast, again at three. Stirfry for lunch; in the evening aubergine. Brown rice with lentils, bulgur stirred in, With the stirfry and at supper again. A pear, peanut butter, boiled egg for a snack; To finish it all a piece of chocolate. – I’ve been finding myself down YouTubeContinue reading “What I Ate Today”

Making letters

Muse, come to this blankness and take my unrequited offer to hold and stroke your shape to form. Rest here where fingertips may take their pleasured time with you. Today we have all day until 6pm when I’m due out. Muse, come in and be a while. My page is yours. — The poem aboveContinue reading “Making letters”

The game

I know you better with my eyes closed: the blindfold’s bluff. (c) Dec. 2016 Fragonard’s painting above and its partner, “The See-Saw” are discussed in this short clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGLpQDFOfZM

He could not pause too long

Along a back road He set off from the village when the blossoms dropped their petal tears and the green buds bid to escape from the branches. While walking along a back road, he was stopped First by an old woman who bent over a stick. The stick gave way on the path. The oldContinue reading “He could not pause too long”

Outside the day was perfection

Watching the bees Here are the words of the blazing day and the once beautiful arrangements. It was heady, was it not? The arrival of this brightest of days. Outside the day was perfection. Here a few few bees in the garden hid under clumps of cut grass. Why are they tucking themselves away? OrContinue reading “Outside the day was perfection”

plant this great choice in height and spread

Plant asters by autumn When all else fades, semi-trailing heath comes into its own. In banks and borders snow-petalled asters make a brilliant ground cover. Shimmering their heads: a butterfly magnet in the wildlife garden’s banks and borders. Plant this by autumn, plant this great choice in height and spread before the winter turns. –Continue reading “plant this great choice in height and spread”

Small talk

How’s the poetry going? Is a giveaway question on the pavement. It signals you have not read anything much the poet might have written recently. Or otherwise you have, and now on meeting the poet on the pavement you wonder, this that the poet has written recently, is any of it about me? – ThereContinue reading “Small talk”