• On TV

    Drone pictures show usWhile we eat tea, or supperThe bodies of those killed in the rushFor flour and waterRun over by trucksPanicked by warning shotsBut a football match in Bilbao stopsBecause an old man faints ~ CLP 29/02/2024

  • on rumours

    the palms in the squarelean in whispering the latest from their leavesdroppingdiagnosis, bereavementbirth, marriage, abandonmentliaison, contractplans conceivedpromises compromisedthe fountain babbles onwithout an audience ~ CLP 29/02/2024

  • on meeting Jesus

    I met Jesus todayThe same as me he saidWhen I told him my name is ChrisHe had to take his broken teethTo get them fixed at the dentist ~ n.b. In Spain Jesus is a common enough given first name in Roman Catholic families. This Jesus and I met while enjoying an afternoon drink. He

  • on the wind

    ¡Muy vientos! Es no buenothe old man, barely half my height remarkedthe fingers of the four palmswere drawn to the mountainsnorth-east of the old townill winds bring ill moodsill luck, ill healthnothing good to this placegusting through the narrow streetspicking off loose grainsfrom the crumbling sandstonerecently tormented by lashings of hailthe wind whips round ground-down

  • on problem solving

    there had been a few recentlyone fell from the skyanother found slave labourin Arctic conditions too muchfor his indefatigable heartthen, a callous shootingin an Alicante car parkled to a burnt out carsome singularly preciseothers incurred the dismissive useof the dreadful termcollateral damage, for example, aircrewor members of the Salisbury publican English police officera public cinemathe

  • on Ukraine

    Not just today pleaseAnniversaries omitThe day-to-day grind ~ n.b. Two years. Some marriages don’t last that long. Mother Russia, can you not see the line of caskets stretching back two years? Can you not hear the grieving mothers‘ cries filling the graveyards of your land? All this for what? Call your sons home. Offer them

  • Hedges

    Days after the blackthorn Is providing some supportFor the spring rebuildof nests I am still stuckwith the job of diggingthe bloody darts from my wristmy chest, my legsare scratched, my face puncturedby the petulant barbsdespite my annual effortsthey will eventually beat medown, make of me a pyre, recycleme into the soil, my limbswill become their

  • on spring

    everywhere they comefat buds of hope burst openrain drops keep falling ~ CLP 21/02/2024

  • on Ukraine

    he flew from conflictbut there was no safe escapebody found in car park ~ n.b. Not only has Aleksei Navalny been murdered, so too the young Russian airforce pilot, Maksim Kurminov, who defected and moved to Alicante. Moscow shows its weakness through the killing of individuals free of spirit and honest of voice. Ideals cannot

  • on light

    Orion slippingbelow southern horizon“Help!” Can’t you see me? ~ CLP 19/02/2024