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”

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”

I could do with a harvest moon

The harvest moon shines for itself and the corn we no longer reap or sow, We cultivate the blue screens. 24/09/2018 — With a turn towards the autumnal, the sense of harvest comes into the air. This poem from 2018 echoes ideas about work in the modern age in contrast with a more agrarian pastContinue reading “I could do with a harvest moon”

Fenstone’s Flower

Another short story from the hip. Fenstone’s Flower Fenstone was in his favourite pottering spot for a not quite warm, though there be some sunlight day. He had finished washing the Saturday breakfast crockery and cutlery, scraping down the plates of scrambled egg residue and croissant crumbs. This was Peggy and Fenstone’s Saturday morning treatContinue reading “Fenstone’s Flower”

Exalted thus, we left

An old favourite revisited, because artists are allowed to have their obsessions. “Exalted thus, we left” is a reworking of a poem from 2011: I love the Dorothea Tanning painting that spurred the original “Jacob’s Dream for crinolined girls”. When I’m in Tate Modern, I’ll usually try to pop into the Surrealism gallery to gazeContinue reading “Exalted thus, we left”

look – really look

I will be 80 this year here in my flat only a mile and a half from where I was born. I have tried to lead by example, by plunging my narrow balcony into the principality of hanging gardens. Concrete is brutal. It needs softening. Plants should have dominion. We breakfast amidst the crisp verdureContinue reading “look – really look”

Poems inspired by sea creatures

This poem about scales is a mash-up of ideas about old flames and red herrings. Strangely, yesterday I also wrote about sea creatures. In ‘New ink cartridges‘ I paired cephalopods with writing in black ink. — The image of fish scales is courtesy of Wikicommons Media and photographed by Rajesh danji. View the original image here. You canContinue reading “Poems inspired by sea creatures”

Star of Sirius, lapping Star of Sirius

Yesterday my poem “And a” was inspired by a CD of The Best of Boogie Woogie. Quite coincidentally, on June 3rd last year I posted a poem I’d written many years ago in response to a piece at a jazz concert. Music has long been a source of great enrichment in my life. Playing in amateurContinue reading “Star of Sirius, lapping Star of Sirius”

Recipe

Using washed hands soft in the palm, scoop voluptuous, ivory nibs since stripped of their brown seedcoat. Blitz briefly those gently ridged amygdalae thrown by the precious palmful. Blitz briefly those sweet, curved kernels. Using floured hands sit finished dumplings on top. Ah, almonds: sweetmeat of the fruit. — I love gathering words, sentences, phrases,Continue reading “Recipe”