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 entityContinue reading “Three poems to end the year”

Outside the day was perfection

Watching the bees Here are the words of the blazing day and the once beautiful arrangements. It was heady, was it not? The arrival of this brightest of days. Outside the day was perfection. Here a few few bees in the garden hid under clumps of cut grass. Why are they tucking themselves away? OrContinue reading “Outside the day was perfection”

Painted Mason Jars, Ideal for Table Flowers

For some, the endpoint comes. For those, it expresses as a deed. For some, how to paint a Mason jar. For those, it is possible to attach a stencil with a seasonal theme: there could be a star for Christmas or a pumpkin outline for Halloween. Overhead hums a carrier on the flightpath. For someContinue reading “Painted Mason Jars, Ideal for Table Flowers”

Just right – a poem about a cooking-pot

When baby bear had left home and then had had a pot, it would’ve been, I like to think, like the silver one I did adopt from outside someone’s wooden gate in the back roads of North London. Either the owners had to relocate or make space for Christmas plunder. Into my little pot, thriceContinue reading “Just right – a poem about a cooking-pot”

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. ThatContinue reading “blushed apricots, green-skinned Hasses”

A short poem from the wood

They are tall and have green eye-lids. See how they blink at the sun. trees — Being amongst trees makes my soul so happy. There are a number of woods where I live in London and I consider it my commute to work to walk through them when I have time set aside for writing.Continue reading “A short poem from the wood”

104 Poems

The 2×52 project developed in April 2013 when I committed to posting two poems a week for a year. I completed my self-made creative challenge this April when I revealed the 104th poem. Next month (June 2014), all the poems will be available in a book at my Blurb bookstore. In the meantime, here are the 104=2×52 poems listed in all their glory! And for your convenience, soContinue reading “104 Poems”

Ordinary

Our eyes cannot see through the polished cufflinks and clean underwear put on that morning; over the same legs that walk past you and sway in the train when it breaks; the same arms that hold groceries and hand them over at the till; the usual pleasantries made with the cashier whose body is laterContinue reading “Ordinary”