• on travel

    Africa is homeFrom whence all humans travelledWe are all migrants ~ n.b. The United Kingdom, as these islands and a bit of Ireland are called, are showing serious signs of not being united. Has the king of this Kingdom, anything to say about the racist rioters? The rioters are proud of an anthem which talks

  • on conversation

    please listen to menot every word comes easymy voice is hidden ~ n.b. On a day of joy and love, at a wedding, filled with many wonderful conversations, at least one will stay with me for the rest of my life. Journalist for Ability Today, Khaleel Chima, told me about his vital work assessing powerchair

  • forsooth

    we know of absencehow imagination workson our fickle heartsof contemptibledangers from knowing too wellthe ever-presentof enticements feltfrom across the running brookfound in fresh pastureof the rolling stoneunable to gather mosson how many roadsof the empty shelfbar the yet unread volumethat can’t read itselfof uneven pathswhere getting lost is betterthan reverting to dust~ CLP 02/08/2024

  • on time

    how fast years go byyesterday meeting todayeach night a turned page ~ n.b. A one year sojourn becomes four years. How does that happen? CLP 01/08/2024

  • on skin

    sun, rain, wind, moonshinebrighter, happier, healthylaying on of hands ~ CLP 31/07/2024

  • on time

    looking back calmlythere were points of divergencewe missed earlier~n.b. Risks, or opportunities, taken, or not. CLP 30/07/2024

  • on heat

    desire versus sleepshort summer nights on hot sheetseternal struggle ~ CLP 30/07/2024

  • on the street

    money travels by carthrough BirminghamEngland’s bankrupt heartthe moneyheads out of citytowards Villa Park, M6Spaghetti Junctionfrom Ladywoodthrough Handsworthout of cityvia pot-holed dual carriagewaysshe knowsthe money travels by carin each one loose coins to handfor parkingor maybe tollthere’s money in carsthey have to stop at lightstwo lanes heading northseparated by a broken white lineshe holds a polystyrene

  • on water

    the café courtyard fillswith a bubbling babbleyoung women’s voiceslap against flint wallsripple against leaded windowsa counter-tone runs deeperfilling dark pools sentences break against each othereddies and little whirlpoolsof sonorous speechesspiral in the flowa spray of laughtersplashes from a corner couplea sparrow hops beneath the tablesadding its own tuppence-worthto the stream’s swirl~ n.b. Café courtyards are

  • on the balcony

    what’s that small bird there?solitary, brown plumagecuriousity~ n.b. It’s hot here. Loose crocodiles of tourists struggle to concentrate on the words of their guides. The groups concertina when stopping at the next point of interest, (a plaque noting a witch burning, a sculpture, church, building of historic note), the lagging tail, ignorant of the prompt