• on the train

    It makes me sad that we have to do thisPick up a trayTake off our coatsPlace them with our bagsWatch them being watchedAs they go through a scannerWe’re just catching the 10:10hAcross the plainThrough orange and olive grovesPassing lemon trees glintingIn the low winter sun breaking over the sierrasOnce the only barrier between Murcia and

  • on Ukraine

    it’s still a dreamof some young men to followto fight in a waron the side of rightto leave their homesetting off in hopethat they’ll add weightto counter evil’s mightI met one such young manseeking purposeful lifealthough he had a childwith his teenage wifeold England’s dulland work’s a borethere’s nothing on TVand the winter’s coldlong dark

  • on ice

    bright green shoots emergefrom iced arboreal littergoldfinches chitter~ n.b. A day of brilliant sunshine to lift the spirits after loss and accompanying sadness. As an aside, is the attentive robin a messenger from a much loved soul? CLP 07/01/2025

  • on time

    there we are then, here, for nowback where we were beforein perpetual orbit on different pathsso handsome together, so brightMoon and Venus dancing aroundeach other, with no risk, nor any hopeof ever crossing paths ~ CLP 23/06/2023

  • on light

    amongst happy throngone woman cries her heart outrainbows come with rain ~ n.b. Oblivious of the calendar, I travelled to see family and friends and discover that Brighton Pride is set for the same weekend. This means a lot of relaxed people, a lot of extravagance and flamboyance, a very large number of police. So

  • on reflection

    what was it you saw?something you recognised? feared?did you not see me? ~ n.b. Taking things at face value isn’t always easy. Gift horses, mouths, et cetera. CLP 14/03/2022

  • on the level

    don’t delve undulywhat lies beneath the surfacekeeps a safe distance ~ CLP 10/12/2021

  • on need

    it cannot be foundthrough the bottom of a glassfor love nor money ~ CLP 18/09/2021

  • On Hope vii

    when will this sadness end? she asked, because she knew it must we both could feel the cold lump of it in our stomachs, welding us together when we are both happy? I offered, to see how happy might sound it sounded like a bowl of tears a set of randomly selected letters it reprised

  • On Water xxvii

    bent double by grief sadness enough to birth rivers path shadowed by tears ~ CLP 04/05/2021