Winterreise

  We ate at Träumerei. Maybe I ordered a quiche And he had melted cheese. Forget this not, my heart: We lunched at Träumerei. There shining in brightness on the table –  a glass of water, four peppermints and the bill. 2012 — It is from this poem that my first volume derives its title.Continue reading “Winterreise”

Rooftop Thoughts

The Gullies (Covent Garden, London) I have a personal Thursday pleasure and it is to choose my PCF picture of the week over a strong black coffee. The ten I have chosen to date are a visual log of the last two months of my London journey. “The Gullies (Covent Garden, London)” is my pictureContinue reading “Rooftop Thoughts”

The Poet

You’ve read me elsewhere Kapow! I’m redundant now – Yours, the superhero of pre-used words — This morning on the way to the tube I was given a copy of “Short List,” a glorified catalogue of a magazine (as most magazines are) and brother publication to my other favourite London freebie-mag, “The Stylist.” In thoseContinue reading “The Poet”

Things of the Heart, Told in Quiet #1

A letter is time past scrawled on a tree written in blue with quiet tea and buttoned as a coat holding inside its red carnation. 2012 — Another poem earmarked for my forthcoming second volume, provisionally titled “Under a Blue Dome.” The volume will also include the poems from the set “Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys,” someContinue reading “Things of the Heart, Told in Quiet #1”

A 1,000 RAINBOWS, ROCKS AND PROCESS

On a rock amongst rocks When the last rays fire after which all will be still and ashed Here, on this rock I wish to stand to see the end of time. From here you face due South; face the end of the world, but between you and then blue-grey barrels roll toward the shoreContinue reading “A 1,000 RAINBOWS, ROCKS AND PROCESS”

This is the 30th Post: Pavement Walker

  PAVEMENT WALKER –   Do not stop for snowdrops, they are a waste of time. Consult insufficient distraction. Bury in text. Hurry in a grey coat. See not the fallen gate- post, a thread of quiet small- leafed ivy.     16/02/2012 19:20 — First thoughts for this poem were drafted on a littleContinue reading “This is the 30th Post: Pavement Walker”

Dante’s Barmaids

  Of nymphs, I write for money; On canvas, there they dance. “Champagne,” they laugh, in corsets corked with bubbles popping out.   — This poem was inspired by a detail from “Inferno,” a painting by contemporary Swedish artist Per-Inge Isheden. “Inferno” is a portrait of the nineteenth-century Swedish playwright, literary luminary and painter August Strindberg (1849 –Continue reading “Dante’s Barmaids”

The hummingbird stands for love

In old Dutch paintings a green-winged hummingbird might stand for love when it’s on the inside of a pane of glass. Hovering outside, it signifies the woman within has been betrayed. How would you know this were it not for the scholars and books? You would have to be Dutch from 1656. — In my notebook,Continue reading “The hummingbird stands for love”