• on morning

    alarmed to new dayfrom sweet scented pillow dreamsyour absent presence~ CLP 22/12/2025

  • on time

    Sat inside the pubDylan Thomas frequentedNo inspiration~ n.b. Swansea, Wales, December. Bleak. CLP 10/12/2025

  • on time

    when the tide rolled inI felt it lift me off my feethold me gentlyI felt no fearas it carried me outit was as if it came for meand youwere that tidethe sea our home~ CLP 29/11/2025

  • on space

    social mediadecrees blanks are not allowedwhilst wiping the mind~n.b. It is tiring. The war on Ukraine continues. The people of Gaza struggle desperately for breath. Sudan turns in on itself. The whirlpools of our slowly boiling oceans spin on. Will love truly be the answer? Is love all we need? CLP 30/10/2025

  • on time

    to thinkall we have talked of todayeverything we have shared this afternoonwill by tonight be gone for youperhaps you will retain the warmthof emotion stirred by my visitwithout the inconvenience of detailwhile I grieve at memoryof your loss~ CLP 28/10/2025

  • on time

    we have no more timethat extra hour in our bedsa trick of the light~ CLP 26/10/2025

  • on time

    I’ve pondered the matter of lifeLimited as it must beIs there life on Saturn’s moons?How would we know?Evidence of life this far outComes not from twitching organismsNot from a pulseNo morse like messageG, A, F (low), F (high), CIt comes from the decaying remainsA trail of decompositionEmitted from the arse of EnceladusA constant outpouring of

  • on memory

    you can’t hold everything in your headbit by bit it fadesleaving flint-like fragmentssharp, shiny, hardwhich are sparked by placessongs, photographs, othersa cricket ground by a churcha roadsignthe name of a villagea street namea pub now turned to flatsa make of cara turn of phrasea nicknamea make of cheesea punk band formed by a pair of

  • on time

    we’re saying good-bye todaya friend made through cricketknown for how he bowledbent back, arm whipped roundlike a butterfly swimming strokethick mop of black hairswinging across his faceduring the unusual nature of his deliveryoff the wrong foot, it’s saidface looking down at the pitchas the ball left his handfrom his flurry of arms and legsall too

  • on Ukraine

    24th August, 1991Tearing a strip off the Iron CurtainThe Ukraine Soviet Socialist Republic broke awayNo one said it would be easyKyiv wasn’t built in a dayOut of the maelstromThe stirring of the potThe plot and counter-plotA nation finding its feetAfter decades of decayWith grey painted over the cracksUkraine turned toward the light pouring through the