Monday, 13 June 2016

On my way to buy a morning paper, # 67

Outside the pub
purple coin-sized blotches -
blood? -
and, perched on a concrete bollard,
a non-stick frying pan.

Wednesday, 18 May 2016

Thursday, 18 February 2016

In the mirror

The recently-arrived bracket of disgruntlement
on the left side of my mouth
no longer disappears completely
when I smile.

Thursday, 11 February 2016

Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Thursday, 14 January 2016

Just now

 Sky the snotty yellow-green that smoke from coal used sometimes to be.

Friday, 13 November 2015

On my way to buy a paper #62

Harsh echoing around the houses
of rag and bone man's archaic and distorted words
mimicking a muezzin's call to prayer.

Thursday, 29 October 2015


As green turns deep red
becomes scantier, and more orange
last winter's pennant plastic bag
More tatty, multi-stranded than ever.