winter trees incline
a wall disappearing Continue reading
poetry
threescore
A piece dedicated to my on-going hand therapy.
And for your pleasure here’s Leonard Cohen going ‘no more a’ rovin’ (lyrics by Lord Byron) from a favourite album Dear Heather.
on this earth
an ancient comb in the Met.
animals parade across an ivory page Continue reading
Sea | Flowers
Down in the channel the tide inhales and
seaflowers fixed in the surge and swirling
rush wave frantic at tenant fish tripping. Continue reading
Slippage (Quadrille)
o my divided soul
astride the tides of time
Continue reading
Floodlands
1.
out of nowhere
a swollen wash of silt and logs Continue reading
fix
— tap (dripping)
— gutter (also) Continue reading
understand
my pain moved in — new to the house but familiar — he strolled down the hall with the swagger of an agent on inspection day, tutting at the artworks, the bourgeois trappings — Continue reading
Archaeological (Flora AD 79)
she has her back to us
her neck, bare feet mid-stride
house girl / nymph / Primavera / PR goddess
turned to reconsider some old weed Continue reading
O beautiful day
Seriously, there’s still so much to do
winter snows, my joints ache,
eyes too (I’ve a list). Continue reading
