Time tripped

The electricity tripped. Time fused at 05:17. I woke to the flashing. On my ‘phone 08:03. The day well underway and no new messages. I waiver over the buttons to recoup the extra hours. Inside this digital turn-back machine, once a bedside radio-clock, 05:17 is closer to that stolen other time. — This poem reminds

The Superhero of pre-used words

‘The Poet’ (a find from the archives) was composed from lines written on the tube after reading the freebie magazine The Short List: you’ll need to use me again tomorrow because our words are all pre-used but if you set me down in words and lines then published me I’m already seen and done cutting edge A

What is a letter?

A letter is…

Turtles return

If Turtles Listened to Jazz featured first as a post this time last year, and was later included in Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys.

Happy 1st birthday to my 1st published book

It’s been a whole year since the first draft of my first published book arrived in the post for my perusal. It was thrilling to see a long-held goal manifested. My Facebook profile was plastered with gratuitous proud mum pics of me holding up my copy of “Shining in Brightness”. I had hoped my first book

Every morning, because it’s wonderful to watch

scrumpled dashes dots and lines between the tracks 09:33 2 mins until the train arrives for Kennington via Charing + On the tracks far from my reach the scrumpled ball of paper speaks: I am a poem between the tracks. — I am quite conscientious about dating my scribbles and working notes. It is a