• on time

    final whistle blownstadium quickly emptiedmemories diverge ~ n.b. Twenty thousand people, twenty thousand stories. ~ CLP 27/12/2021 Read more

  • on time

    hours spent at a deskbecause the balance betweenpay and life is wrong ~ CLP 25/12/2021 Read more

  • on space

    as I die will I rememberwhen we were in our teenswalking you home, my bicycle to handunder a sky so deepthe enormity of creation emphasisedthe insignificance of us? ~ CLP 25/12/2021 Read more

  • on time

    quickly faster nowhurry up mustn’t be latethis is all I have ~ CLP 25/12/2021 Read more

  • magicians

    startling trilling songa pair of wrens exchanging rapidly delivered melodiesthe first on buddleja behind the old brick wallfilling the levelled yard with songopposite the old wharf-side warehousesits opposite sat bowing the tip of the lone fircalling up the Sun from behind the woodclumped along the ridgewhere tonight the calls of owls will conjure up the Read more

  • on birdsong

    frost feathers windscreenssharp lunarian lightblackbird’s confusion ~ n.b. City living can be exhausting, not least when an excess of light blurs night with day. Birdsong can be heard at all hours, under a clear sky when a full moon rises. ~ CLP 22/12/2021 Read more