The bees credit it as some point of luxury to be on the Tube

I have written a number of poems inspired by London commuting, including this surreal scene posted last year. Here are some others: On the Way to Westminster (a personal favourite) Trapped Items Tunnel Days Tube Sketch

The Home Commute

The bees credit it as some point of luxury to be on the Tube. They keep meaning to take the bus, but tonight it was raining busy people and a real weasel. The wet walk up Charing Cross road was not the easiest way.   One more stop. More peppermint and fennel. — Today, 3rd October,

Don’t Waste Paris on a Broken Heart

A blue sky over Notre Dame Advice for *   Don’t waste Paris on a broken heart next to the Cathedral Notre Dame where yellow-petalled violas squint their purple eyes at you shadowing their beds as you turned: his hands on her, embracing on the Seine.   From April 2012 — Who takes the bus