• Sickle

    right in the handperfectly balancedas if part of my armslicing the airslicing my doubtsopening my skinbare to my heartopening me upletting light pour in ~ n.b. Yes, I believe. CLP 10/10/2021

  • no Moon

    this is when I feel it mostthe air thick with mistdesiccated leavesscratching at paving slabsfine webs strung between damp bladescovering verges except where disturbedby fungi pushing through to pour out spores by the milliontonight there is no lunar distraction just railway siding lights, street lights, traffic lights, headlights, crossing lightsred lights topping off a cranea

  • on Platform 2

    This is Woking…if you see something that doesn’t look rightspeak to a member of staff or contact British Transport Policetext 61016see it say it sortedthis is your conductorwelcome aboard this South-West Trains service to London Waterlooyou can find me towards the middleof this ten coach trainthe next stop will be London Waterlooestimated time of arrival

  • on the island

    caught against a wallcolour diluted by headlightsfox trotting through town ~ n.b. Foxes in Portsmouth scavenge by night, gulls by day. CLP 06/10/2021

  • on the sea

    ocean green tides shiftstones, open cliffs, crack concretewe’ll return to it ~ CLP 05/10/2021

  • on London

    taxing the low paidwhile laundering millionstennis with BoJo ~ n.b. It’s wrong. London’s financial machinery is central to money laundering crime world-wide. See the Pandora Papers for more. CLP 05/10/2021

  • on autumn iii

    it’s been so stillhumid air weighing on us allweary from sleepless nightsfrom self-medicated sleepfrom restless wakingfrom waking aloneand now the leaves movetrees sigh at their reliefthe wind tunes upwheezy gaps in windows and doors ajarasthmatic whistling of telephone cablesclinking lines on mastswaves thick enough to roll the shingleto slap the seawallspit over its parapetand bounce

  • on autumn ii

    abundance of fruitkaleidoscope of colourexcess of weather ~ CLP 04/10/2021

  • on autumn

    here she comesbowling in, late againunapologetic, slamming doorsthrowing her rain-drenched coat on the hallway flooryes, beautiful coloursstriking markingsyour beauty gets you off the hookeventuallyafter the initial shock of your abrupt arrivaland a cup of teawe’ll snuggle downwrap up all cosy relish the dark eveningstogether ~ CLP 01/10/2021

  • on fear

    fight or flight or freezeor stand up and face it downno need to voice it ~ n.b. Does speaking of it make what is feared more likely, or less so? CLP 30/09/2021