Bump in the road

Normally reliable suffered a rare failure, taking over on the second day Before grinding to a halt. We’ve experienced an anomaly which made shutdown a precautionary measure. It brought a premature end. It’s crazy: The media and everything. When I was in high school, as part of an English literature exam we were given aContinue reading “Bump in the road”

Now

In a week, everything has changed. Now the sun is out, the sky is blue. The seasons have made a turn. — Today I am reminded of a much loved poem look – really look that was inspired by an evocative interview with an elderly gentleman about his balcony garden in the Barbican (London). The returnContinue reading “Now”

The good news is

The wet streets open for furtive foxes alleys for cats swaying branches for turtledoves coo-cooing in the rain. Fewer people will be out. 03/05/2020 — An apt poem from the back catalogue to follow a wet, May weekend. It felt like it rained for two days solid, but that is not true. I went outContinue reading “The good news is”

They’re purple but blue better rhymes

They’re purplebut blue better rhymes The hyacinths nosing uswith their blooming scent.Us – the other houseplants,the fridge, the drying linenon the clotheshorse,the competing scented candles.The bold blue hyacinthsexude regardlessand bloom out of their pot. 01/04/2018 — The fridge is humming this morning as I sit at my table and prepare this post. I woke beforeContinue reading “They’re purple but blue better rhymes”

Airtime will be of little use

What is it even all for? When the End Times come the airtime and savings will be of little use. Every day we lived cost someone something. At some times it was money that cost us. We paid our rent, our food, our taxes, clothes. The leasehold of our lives runs by not to beContinue reading “Airtime will be of little use”

RNINGTON Way Out

For your own safety Change here. The next station Will be exit only. You have a vital role to play, beds, sofas and furniture loafers. The station is Kentish Town. A Northern Line train terminating at High Barnet. 18/05/2018 — It feels like a lifetime ago that many of us who jostled through the LondonContinue reading “RNINGTON Way Out”

Expectations, agitations

You want it and you think you want it. You say to yourself you are making strides towards it and you plan and scribble little plans and more plans, goals and more goals, why power and visualizing the outcome. What else? Porridge in a bowl, waiting and seeds. 26 or 27/11/2018 — I’ve started consumingContinue reading “Expectations, agitations”

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”