An arrangement of strangers

The ants in his pants found a dark crack and bit at the edges until at night the worms came out and about looking for food and found ants, from his pants, for company. Together the roundworms and the man-eating ants enjoyed their pantaloni party. — There we go: an offering from my notebooks thatContinue reading “An arrangement of strangers”

29°C

toes ran free from socks shins bared their flanks shoulders undressed their cheeks to receive warmth’s kisses Swans passed on their water-fed passage. Yes, nodded heads in the flowerbeds, this is summer sunshine in Regent’s Park. 13 – 14 July, 2013 — Enjoy the blissful summer weather, if you’re circa London-towne. Drink water; wear aContinue reading “29°C”

Ode to a Golden Mango (Pindaric Style)

Pakistan’s Gold  A loose Pindaric* ode to a delicious mango As still-hard flesh, this baton passes blushed apricots, green-skinned Hasses,** to triumph in a grocer’s tier. Event two in a domestic Mount Olympus: here ripens the sweet-juiced summer discus. — My 87-year-old landlady swears by the small, golden-skinned Pakistani mangoes that are imported each summer.Continue reading “Ode to a Golden Mango (Pindaric Style)”

Twenty Auspicious Cranes

Twenty Auspicious Cranes, 1112 On the day after my birthday, 2013 The Emperor Huizong opened his palace to the ever-busy common folk. I sat on my bedroom floor. Twenty white cranes appeared flying in the sky; two alighted upon the palace gate. A brown-winged bird darted into my room; there he hovered, over my bed.Continue reading “Twenty Auspicious Cranes”

Two Poems about Spiders (and a Fish in a Net)

Tarantella Once you have been bitten, through your vein the poison curses courses. Through the pain you writhe and sweat – this fish caught in a net – it dances. — The above is a reworking of this: Tarantella Once you have been bitten through your vein the only way to rid yourself is toContinue reading “Two Poems about Spiders (and a Fish in a Net)”

It should not be polished

Simply say I am here at this place doing this thing, though I am writing to you. Look – something I have observed. You could add I miss you much or I wish you were here, because – note something we could share. Maybe you could sign off Best, Fondest regards, or All my loveContinue reading “It should not be polished”

Pavement Writer

On scribbling a postcard to… next to the postbox in the wall of the sorting depot The last collection’s at 5.30pm though emptying happens throughout the day for your convenience. — Another possible addition to “Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys,” my forthcoming bundle of poems. This project follows the recent publication of my first volume,Continue reading “Pavement Writer”

I don’t work for you (or Modern Frustrations)

I called in once: Please confirm. I called again: No email yet. I came in-store to sign your forms You took the card and swiped it then. I called in once: Please confirm, the booking’s through. Yes, yes, of course. Someone will be in touch. I wait a day, No news, no word. This isContinue reading “I don’t work for you (or Modern Frustrations)”

Benefactor of the Blind

New paths will take you through the wood: A diff’rent route you’d not expect.   From there you’ll see things – like the lake – from points of view you’ll not forget.   A green bench here. Let’s sit a while. The blind, we benefit from this.   Dec. 2012 — Another poem triggered byContinue reading “Benefactor of the Blind”

Huckleberry Thing

Warning! Deep Water Green weed coats the pond. Catkins tiptoe past the curtain leaves here in the conservation area near the tennis courts. “Should you see anything particularly exciting please tell us about it.,“ requests the London Borough of Camden, Nature Conservation Section. “Well, I didn’t notice much except,” he turns, “You, delightful  thing.” (heContinue reading “Huckleberry Thing”