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A Short Story
How do you iron out your past?Re-tell the story until it bores youWhen you finally realiseEveryone else was boredYears agoDo you write it outChoosing the best bitsOmitting the worst?Or vice versa? How do you move on?~Here is a version of The Story of Woody and Johnny, (Johnny’s narrative).Thank you for reading. →
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on dawn (sparrows)
Push Rush Swoosh BreathePush Rush Swoosh BreathePush Rush Swoosh BreatheBlackbird calling Time!Marking its territoryPush Rush Swoosh BreathePush Rush Swoosh Breatheacross the terracetwo floors downa glass door slidesplastic wheels on plastic runnerthe shallow cough of a restless smokerdesperate for fresh toxicityscrape of metal chair on balcony tilesclick of lighterexhalation of first fag draginto steel grey lightPush →
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on time
As I a child I wonderedWhat life was like beforeWar broke out in EuropeCricket played on village greensActors shining from silver screensTube trains, trams, omnibusesFull of people reading newsheetsEditorials and commentariesOn threat and riskThe rights and wrongsThe unlikelihood of something worseNo-one would be mad enoughTo fire the shot, to call a bluffTo cross the line, →
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on Ukraine
sunrise dulls night’s starsunder lunar indifferenceresistance is allthree years have spunwith nothing to celebrateexcept life itselfthis fight not overembattled Kyiv’s trams will runthere is still a pulsehospitals and schoolsbakeries and street marketsprecious exchangesmoney greases handsmerchants of war grow fatterUkraine their foir grasyellow and blue bandswheat sent by sea feeds the worldtherein grains of truthone man →
Journey of Words 