• But There’s A Catch

    From SwedenA postcard arrivesThere’s only oneWho makes it out aliveAnd an old manLiving in a Sicilian brothelWho cannot loseWhile all the rest are lostAlong that runway madness liesAnd so it ends as it beginsHelp him! Help who?Yossarian. I’m Yossarian.Who finally comes to understandThe answer lies in his own hands ~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2024: Day 1

  • on time

    Gentlemen, we meet againI know the chill of that long wallWhere your names are cut in stoneBeside the Haileybury chapelNinety years from your leavingI repaired the cricket squaresWhere you had playedRolled the pitches where you ranFrom wicket to wicket in your whitesResponding to the call of “Yes”As you had been coachedYou set off promptlyWith all

  • Unholy water

    Dolphins, porpoises and a whaleFrom time to timeExplore the riverUpstream to Canary WharfWould you go furtherKnowing how filthyOld Father Thames has become?Pity the sealsWho went further and made itAs far as RichmondWhere they liveHappy as pigs in our shit ~ n.b. Another fine mess brought to you as part of Thatcher’s Legacy, profit pursuing private

  • About Turn

    you know how an old fox runs?a trot-trot-trotnose forward, tail out behindtrot-trot-trotwell, watch it stopdrop its tail-brush to the floorswing round and disappearwhen it’s seen someoneof whom it’s not suretrot-trot-trotnose forward, tail out behindit panics not a jotand off the old fox goestrot-trot-trot ~ CLP 25/03/2024

  • blossom

    the ornamental garden heavy with bloomsperfume strong enough to holda presence in the easterlybumble bees’ wings silentthey drink from deep cherry wellsnubs of pollen caught on their thighspetals brighten, whiten in sunlightflashing through the broken cloudyou crane your neck nestle your nosein a garland of petalsfresh enough to hold firmto buds from whence they sproutedwe

  • on truth

    war’s first casualtythere can be no dishonouradmit: I don’t know ~ n.b. Another murderous attack on the innocent. Irrespective of nationality, religion, or politics, how can anyone profit from such intended slaughter? We can trust the body count, the bereaved families, the wounded to account for their losses, but who, or what else? This is

  • on time

    from the earth they comeflowers and bees read the runesfrom spring comes summer ~ CLP 22/03/2024

  • on light

    afternoon sneaks offleaving its jacket on chairjob done for the day ~ n.b. It’s that time of year when the light of day doesn’t rush off as soon as the whistle goes, but hangs about encouraging a laggardly retreat to the cave. CLP 20/03/2024

  • on trees

    cut down for the millwhere they’re mulched up, stretched, rolled outrenamed as paper ~ n.b. We forget so easily, we are part of the logging problem too. CLP 17/03/2024

  • on Ukraine

    it’s drone versus droneand rocket against rocketuntil one runs out ~ n.b. The battle in the skies, unmanned weapons cancelling out unmanned weapons, can only last for as long as both sides armouries are matched. Economies of all supplying countries enjoy a war bonanza while these two grind out a war of attrition. CLP 15/03/2024