October 12, 2023

You now have a violent exterior

Head of suede eyes of ruin your svelte svengali softness […]
July 23, 2023

View of a Tortoise

I didn’t expect a planet untethered but there it was, […]
June 22, 2023

In the garden

A cabbage white found me as I sat in the […]
June 22, 2023

Wellington Street

Not a Duke in sight, but these streets are paved […]
June 4, 2023

Being Underwater

Poem number 3 in the ongoing ‘Poem Starters and Creative […]
October 28, 2022

Your mother’s perfume

Poem number 5 in the ongoing ‘Poem Starters and Creative […]
February 6, 2022

Learning to Swim

Nathan had listed several ways of ending his own life, […]
March 13, 2021

Danish farming ancestry

Furrowed your brow stiffened your sinews slaughtered your cows reared […]
March 5, 2021

JCC and I

Dr John Cooper Clarke and my good self, taken at […]
March 5, 2021


I can’t drive a bus, never mind an ambulance Said […]
March 5, 2021

Monthly Haikus

January Can’t be arsed yet let the sales sail by […]
March 3, 2021

Great Granddad

Rattling pans clashing in their daily saucepan broil, metallic solid […]
March 3, 2021

Answering a Child’s Question

So you ask why do we die? I ask, why […]
March 3, 2021


I should like to abandon myself upon a craggy rock. […]
March 3, 2021

Feeding Time

Leaning over the old bridge, studying my silence, I watch. […]
March 3, 2021

The Sloth

Its good-natured smile often misconstrued as a frown, as the […]
March 3, 2021

Beware the Gorillaphant

Whilst bouncing across my garden, the sun high in the […]
March 2, 2021

When the Peter Levy breaks (A Villanelle)

He’s got a flat in Victoria Dock! He’s as sincere […]
March 2, 2021

Cloud Watching

I’d presumed I was vertical till a Cumulonimbus cloud unbowed, […]
March 2, 2021

Poetising The Middle Tide Zone

It is an organic place of revelation. The lug-holed vestiges […]
March 2, 2021

The Ezra Pound Land (Haiku)

Everything a quid Beat the bush for “The Waste Land” […]
March 2, 2021

In Particular

I was in Particular today and I didn’t like it […]
March 2, 2021

Too Choosy (and why I’ll be single forever)

Too shiny Too polka dotty Too hair big at the […]
March 2, 2021

A meeting of minds

You said you preferred Orwell’s essays. The way they lulled you into […]
March 2, 2021


She was my mother’s sister still is. She looked like […]
March 2, 2021

Ex Punk

March 2, 2021

No love lost

Ours was a Sixteenth C type of love: hidden bones […]
February 28, 2021

A man of no consequence

 500 word short story I have a story to tell […]
February 20, 2021

I found myself there

In a half-made bed of a house most hair was […]
February 20, 2021

The People’s Pond

Of late, there have been rumours of fish, of local […]
September 20, 2020


You, the lone fool smoothed to an arrow, tumultuously alone. […]