Sunday, April 30, 2023

Water

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  The word flows along the tongue and over the tip: river on a silt bed, smooth as glass over a weir. Beer-brown, lumbering and opulent the ...
Thursday, April 27, 2023

In Blue Jeans

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  Lightning on the asphalt rain dousing Camden in July sunlit splashes  running shopfront to shopfront hair drenched cables warm li...
Sunday, April 23, 2023

A Question Of Scale

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  A mite is travelling up the margin of my page; a full stop going on a journey. I assume it has purpose, but what can I know? I’m re...

Morning Extraordinary

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  Sea a white slab, sky soft bag of sunlight, the mountains opposite suspended in mid-air; a dream place. Cosily plump, swaddled i...
Tuesday, April 18, 2023

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  The noise of short wave, then your voice comes through as home might sound in the midst of Armageddon.
Monday, April 17, 2023

Untitled

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  All of us in a boat. Sitting there. Our blood on the water. Our reflections in the blood. All of us looking. The boat unmoving. T...

Waves of Men Thrown at Guns

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  Waves of men thrown at the guns like water thrown on a fire; the geography of their births costing them their lives. Who shoul...
Thursday, April 6, 2023

Remnant of an Empire

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  Pool of water you pick beauty, like an apple, from this panoply and set it there, a fragment from a canvas lying in the gutter. ...
Saturday, April 1, 2023

We all live in here

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  We all live in here; teeming around each other, drinking from the same tap, turning in our beds in unison; recycling our breaths. ...
Monday, March 27, 2023

Going Home

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  Deep like an ocean. Moonlight dim and silent. Empty like a dancehall that was once ........ Not my heyday. Forty year...
Sunday, March 26, 2023

On the Canal

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  In the dim light of a December evening swans, bright as lit matches, are gliding over the streaming oarweed of traffic lights on...
Wednesday, March 22, 2023

Woods

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                   Light falling                  like snow through the leaves.              ...
Wednesday, March 15, 2023

A wet day

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  I stay inside, inside myself. Raindrops leave perfect rings on the sand; BB King sings with his lips in a perfect o but th...
Monday, March 13, 2023

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  Sitting at your grave brings nothing but absence. Memory is you now, I carry you in my head, within me wherever I go.
Tuesday, March 7, 2023

A Series of Donegal Bay Haiku

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I've seldom used the haiku format; however, not having a prolonged piece of poetry to mind but having some impressions on scenes I come ...