Monthly Archives: January 2014

This road is her fate One of three things could happen EITHER Driving home After catching The last train back From London She will take the bend too fast OR On foot Running its length At night during The months … Continue reading →

The place is full Each room crowded A white lady Well-dressed The boy from the lake Leaves a trail of tears And water stains Boatswain Rabid and crazed Flecked with foam Headless horsemen Clichés In amongst them Cats killed on … Continue reading →

Your skip to the city This time Is in daylight You catch Winter sun On your face As you wait Chance the tube For a change Unusual for you A preference For buses not trains You have time In your … Continue reading →

We talk in tongues Speak our language We are misunderstood We follow the signs Stare down the strangers We want to be understood Ambition makes us fools Our expertise is nothing Still we can communicate Sign language signifies Our dignity, … Continue reading →

He was fact I was fiction We met in the middle with music Our common ground Was the record player churning out: The Smiths, Pixies, Joy Division We met on a dance floor Which we never left Grew older listening … Continue reading →

Asleep in the back of the car, sometime, night The way home, paused, stopped by a light Ring road, Beechdale baths, the Home Ales building Halted again by a blue light winking You puzzle your tired eyes half open See … Continue reading →

An endless summer That drew us out from mildewed flats Into photographs taken at barbeques When shadows lengthened out And our city burnt under crisped out sunshine A quality of light we never knew again Endless roads that looped and … Continue reading →

The bottle of champagne that I didn’t drink with you on New Year’s Eve The love song that I downloaded but you never heard The tickets for the Christmas party that we never went to The reservations for the hotel … Continue reading →

He looks to his left He looks to his right Something is wrong She is gone In the space where she stood She left a trace An element Of herself On her left On her right She wore a smile … Continue reading →

A tap and a fast last call, What a man may say As art and play As a man always plays away And waylays May What a day! A man may catch a pass At a far away match Far … Continue reading →