• on time

    eventuallygrains of sand drop through the neckturn over, reset ~ n.b. Won’t happen on its own, though. Someone has to intervene. CLP 10/07/2024

  • on time

    It’s The Demon DrinkDehydrates and irritatesDraining the spirit ~ n.b. Lack of sleep doesn’t exactly lift the mood either. Having the energy to enjoy each moment of the day is worth the effort, just one evening of mild excess leads to a full day of constant irritation. Not a good place. CLP 09/07/2024

  • on Ukraine

    whatever might endall these murderous actionsprayers aren’t the answer ~ n.b. The descent from common decency seems complete. Bombing the children’s hospital in Kyiv confirms Moscow’s depravity. CLP 09/07/2024

  • on time

    What are you waiting for?Mornings like thisAfter the rain?Street dust, turned to mud streaksHarden in early July sunPigeons content callingAnxious chittering of goldfinchesA pair of lycra-bound cyclistsWhirr up the streetBound for where?On the riverbank a pair of swansHeads resting on folded wingsSleep with one eye openA dog, unleashedSnuffles around the benchAround discarded beer cansAnd their

  • on time

    A man who gets upFor work some mornings at fiveWants a medal. Ha! ~ n.b. Thank you, Half Man Half Biscuit for the idea. I just want sleep tbh. There are a load of people starting sooner than 05:00h most mornings, often these people get some of the worst pay. CLP 07/07/2024

  • on time

    in the end they sawcorruption, lies, self-interestturning of the tide ~ n.b. Yep, the Tories are gone. The grown ups are back in charge. People before profit. Public service before party politics. Here’s hoping! CLP 05/07/2024

  • in the lobby

    as I was going outI held the doorfor someone coming inon my returnthat someoneheld the door for me“We meet again!”‘Sliding doors’Came the replyNot quite correctlyBut not wrong ~ n.b. Never let semantics disrupt a flow. Exchanges of pleasantries are just that, pleasant. CLP 03/07/2024

  • on air

    Windows wide openNot a star in sightJust a grey cloudscapeLumpy darknessDraining itself of rainThat falls in sheetsThat will be rumpledBy the irregular passing of carsDrops drum softlySetting leaves to danceThe inadequate gutter Drops a tinny beatOn the sill belowI will sleep well tonightIn cleansed airHappy to hear the steady tapTap tap tap tapOf the overflow

  • on the bridge

    The city’s rail terminalA two-wheeled display unitThe size of a shopping trolleyLeaflets offering Free classesAs if anyone might chargeFor lessons to read a bookThat’s copyright lapsedwell before copyright was lawA book that Gutenberg stamped outAgain, again and againWord for wordThe Word made cashMade lots of moneyStill makes moneyEven the Orange OneCashed in on TruthA blessingFor

  • Turning

    the light falls heavyshadows thick as tarlattice Norfolk’s lanesstill Junethe pall of morning’s chillmist steams offbarley’s feathery awnswither in midday’s heat-hazebecome brittlebreak and litter the soileach fine daySun roasts the grainas hay fevers the aira prelude to harvestmowing, turning and bailingthe grassesour first clues to winter ~ CLP 30/06/2024