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.

Wednesday, 7 October 2015

From my window

Still as death, and sky the colour of a shroud - how can one be inspired to write under such circumstances?

Friday, 18 September 2015

On my way to buy a paper #61

A passing van and, fresh from Avison Fluke,
I wonder whether Arena Physio is the driver's name?

*Avison Fluke is the detective who features in Mike Craven's first, novel, 'Born in a Burial Gown'

Thursday, 17 September 2015

On my way to buy a paper #60

Someone's black cotton coat belt
lies flattened in the road
and I wonder whether, when the rain comes,
will it swim away?

Thursday, 3 September 2015

Stromness, walking into town

Starlings: starry, mobile Pointillists;
several sequences of horizontal steps
in honeycomb sandstone.

Wednesday, 2 September 2015

Walking to Warebeth

Cormorant complains about the cut of his jacket;
others express disinterest.

Thursday, 27 August 2015


Yesterday's rehearsing-for-departure starlings
today more evenly spread;
lone one on the house next door
no longer ostracised.

Tuesday, 25 August 2015

Yesterday's galeforce wind

several seemingly scheduled performances
dancing dervish
on the kitchen windowsill.

Monday, 24 August 2015

On waking

Breadth of his naked back
as comforting now
as it's been for nearly half a century.

Friday, 21 August 2015

4.20 am, woken by wind whistling

Imperfectly-drawn white curtains
Orange street-light
Shadow-branches on the move
A never-ending lightning nightmare
Had I been seven.

Monday, 17 August 2015


Hot sun, and windy
yet, from next door,
the rumble of the tumble dryer.
All bloody day.

Monday, 10 August 2015

Monday, 27 July 2015

Monday, 25 May 2015

On my way to buy a morning paper #58

Half term and lack of traffic
from the road to Ingleby Barwick
meant I heard a squirrel's claws
on tarmac
from fifty yards away.

Tuesday, 19 May 2015

Thursday, 16 April 2015

On my way to buy a morning paper #56

Warburton's bright orange wagon
from which jumped driver, six foot four;
face of Colin Firth as Darcy
just before the river scene.
Pre-breakfast bliss.

Wednesday, 1 April 2015

On my way to buy a morning paper #55

Cold west wind
two improbably orange cars, unpleasantly assertive
no Telegraphs ("problem with the printing")

Thursday, 26 March 2015

On my way to buy a morning paper #54

Three woollen-hatted men,
Two awaiting lifts,
Third out to walk his well-wrapped brindled hound.
Their football conversation around the red brick pillar
steaming upwards into the frosty air.

Wednesday, 11 March 2015

On a weekend with writers

Had our feet left on the floor the silvery trails our words wove in the air the pattern would've been filigree.

Saturday, 28 February 2015

Friday, 20 February 2015

On my way to buy a morning paper #52

Click of gate ahead of me. 
Man emerges, three squat, fluffy dogs on Karma Chameleon leads (red, gold and green)
In his other hand, a mug of tea.

Friday, 6 February 2015

Grey beads on brown

Birds like beads on the ends of up-turned braids
scatter in an instant, circle and resettle
at the sound of some invisible alarm.

Thursday, 15 January 2015

From my window

The once south-blowing rectangle
of the green binsack in the tree across the road
has, after four days battling with the elements,
become north-bound three-strand, pennant,
fancy-knotted to the top-most branch.