• on February

    greyscale everythingcurtain, window frame, grassbench, fence, seaship sheltering off shorehorizon smudged into skythe deep rumble of rollerssteadily pounding the shorestone, flint, shingleswashing along the foot of the cliffits clay and sand mixno match for the surging tidetwo gulls hang on the breezeeffortless aviatorswhite daubs on the grisaille ~ CLP 02/02/2026

  • on stone

    Rounded, smoothed by ageRubbing along quite nicelyShingle swirled by sea~ n.b. Full credit to the creativity of pebble finder and arranger, R.Grainger (c) 2015. This is a picture of a delightful postcard received today featuring the art piece. CLP 03/09/2024

  • on gratitude

    we were here for youyou played your hearts out for usour enduring love~ n.b. I could go on…Pompey! Pompey! Ra! Ra! Ra! CLP 11/08/2024

  • on the surface

    everything serenesky of bluesea of greenrelief of breezebarely a cloudhorizon cleartake my handclimb aboardwe’ll chart a coursetake the wheelhead out to seawhere it will bedown to usto navigate a wayfor you and me~ CLP 05/09/2023

  • on the sea

    it’s always the sameevery incoming breakerdifferent from the last ~ CLP 31/07/2023

  • on time

    eventuallyI decided to returnwhere sea greets chalk downs ~ CLP 24/07/2022

  • skirting

    the wave breakscoughs up kelpsplashes shingle up the beachrolls stones overbrushes out sandcatches air in pocketsmarks the tideline in thick foamy spumeleaves with a hissof bursting bubblesslips back into itselfgathers in its pleatsto unfurl them againbackfilling our footprintsproving nothingwaits for us ~ CLP 11/10/2021

  • on the beach

    at first sight oldolder than you and memuch olderWalking hand in handas we might from time to timein moments unconnected by conversation they stopped momentarilyso she could stoop to pick up a pebbleor a shell, or a flint, or to investigatea wave-shined glint of somethingthat caught her imaginationas he waited to be shown her find

  • on the sea

    ocean green tides shiftstones, open cliffs, crack concretewe’ll return to it ~ 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