• On Screen

    Don’t sit so close t’it You’ll damage your eyes! said dad He’d just been smoking . n.b. Aggressive, domineering father, picking up on his teenage daughter’s posture while reading her mobile as they sat in the queue at the health centre. The man had been outside for five minutes smoking a cigarette, which he threw Read more

  • On Truth

    Water-trapped air Agitated, freed, rises Bursts open in sun . CLP 17/02/2020 Read more

  • In Dread

    Of speaking aloud Avoidance was preferred Revealing the truth . CLP 17/02/2020 Read more

  • Difficult

    Life’s greatest regrets Include tasting grass elsewhere Not taking the plunge . CLP 16/02/2020 Read more

  • On Memory

    A tune filtered through Happy chatter, chink and drink “…holy ground once more” . n.b. The other night a song played by the Irish folk band in a bar in Southsea, from an album we listened to as children, before we had the wherewithal to buy our own, caught my brother’s attention. The Clancy Brothers Read more

  • Déjà vu

    Weather dial unmoved West Wind ripping up the land Here we go again . ‘Every day is like Sunday’ sang Morrissey, whereas now every Sunday is a retread of last Sunday. Do stop me if you think you’ve heard this one before. . CLP 16/02/2020 Read more