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 entity

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 YouTube

Restore order, with its low rumble

Today I present two poems from the archive – Now here is something to marvel at… (posted in 2012) and Is it worth it? (posted in 2013) Both poems tackle the theme of worldly aspirations and success. In “Now here…” the concerns of juggling a shoestring budget are interrupted by observations of life’s ordinary marvels

I can tell a half bowl of you about leftover Friday rice

It must be the time of year for food thoughts, because ‘Tightly Sealed‘ from this time last year took fridge leftovers as its starting point.  

blushed apricots, green-skinned Hasses

Can you believe two years have passed since the London Olympics? I was fortunate enough to attend an evening of paralympic events. It feels as though it was only last year that I was sitting in the massive stadium, with an enormous lion emblazoned across my t-shirt and yelling encouragement at the athletes. Clearly, it wasn’t. That

Things a poet needs: laptop, coffee, soya milk, oats

This poem is based on the day in 2012 when I finally took the plunge and bought a laptop in London. The incessant “£299 on Strand” echoes my personal obsession with the cost of things, which I really am trying to transcend in 2014 (…both the cost of things and the obsession). This close attention to price

At the moment: £2

Oh, good. For now sultanas are back at 84p. (Bizarrely, they were 92p for a while.) Coffee, my favourite blend, now ONLY £2! That’s a 28p saving but coffee’s not on my list for today… Kiwi fruit – Enjoying those at the moment (since “basic apples” – I know they’re the windfall ones – have

Look At

Today the sour faces coming out of front doors of those who must go to work the pinched looks of those shuffling with shopping trolleys; those who must buy groceries Look at Grey Mullet laid on ice at the fishmonger’s Look at whole others who smile weakly and wave that magazine for the homeless/unemployed outside

A poem about scales

The flame is a scale held to the light. It flickers in petition. It bids us to reignite some salacity already gutted from our life. red herring — Yes, that last line is akin to a title. I remembered that Debussy does likewise in his Préludes. At the moment I am swimming with the red herrings.