• on home

    So many miles. For what?Return from abroad. To what?Never ending tour ~ CLP 02/03/2024

  • on light

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

  • on love

    this restaurant sat emptywith fresh roses on tablessomething not quite rightwhere are all the couples?is this indicativeof the state of the nationdivided, unhappyrecession, inflation?there’s talk of threatsan under-manned armywho will defend us when we’vebroken ships in the navy?do young couples prefer dogsat the age we had babiesis enduring teething toddlersthought worse than risk of rabies?was

  • on life

    when shorn of pretencebared limbs exposed to sunlightwhat is it lies beneath? ~ CLP 12/02/2024

  • Night Clouds

    after a while close to zerofeels warm, if shelteredfrom the north-easterlythat dragged the sheetof last night’s altostratusbetween us and the starsstretched the cloudsinto grotesque shapesghosts of memorieswringing out the final frissonbefore sleep took us ~ CLP 11/01/2024

  • on time

    pendulum so slowmovement imperceptablerewind or wind up? ~ n.b. Would turning the key be a waste of precious moments?

  • on light

    wavering candle flame sputters into black smokewax cools and hardens ~ n.b. What point is there in carrying a cold torch?

  • on Ukraine

    Russian soldiers knowpeace lies across the borderwhat is this all for? ~ n.b. The border to Armenia, that is. Reports of desertions from the Russian forces, reflect the fact that this war on Ukraine has no legitimate basis. CLP 26/10/2023

  • on numbers

    Gaza’s two milliondivided by twenty trucksneeds a miracle ~ n.b. If you believe in miracles, maybe the five fish and two loaves story might be repeated and the twenty permitted lorries of aid crossing from Egypt into Gaza, will do the trick and feed the two million. Call me a Doubting Thomas, I don’t think

  • Overseas

    between heavy downpoursdespite the unwavering breezesheltered spots trapped the sunbutterflies spread out their wingssettled on the dripping nettlessoaked up each burst of heatwe walked the islandlooked to the mainlandthe cloud-streaked Downsacross The Solent’s white horsesfollowed the shadowed path of showersalong the coast from Portsmouth’s towerto Chichester’s spireand Selsey Billlooking back to Blightyremoved for a few