Often used as a fake New York city from 1920 but Manchester, you ain't fooling
The mucky Neo Roman columns built on hurt and hierarchy are testemant to lives,
lived in poverty.
Lowry could see, he correlated the city funnels with, human misery.
Here I sit, here I stare, at the weathered wealth of my city,
Old buildings are barely standing,
Outflanked by looming apartments,
But I'm ...
Saturday 30th January 2021 1:08 pm
The sweetest memories hang
in the dark room of my mind
I develop them occasionally
more exciting times
Yellows and browns begin to wash
across the leaves outside my window
I haven’t seen you in the flesh
since those shoots were new
it feels so long ago
We ran through those streets
as if we owned them
spinning endlessly from bar to bar
from joke to ...
Thursday 1st October 2020 5:06 pm
And ugly cries.
Narrow and broad;
Abundant with shops and bars,
And people- their bodies, minds and souls scarred.
Edifices tall and sturdy.
Trapped in it are people content and happy;
And those walking on thorns, barbed and merciless;
And those breathing but lifeless.
The city is a plac...
Monday 13th July 2020 9:44 am
I used to hate this part of town
it felt like stepping back in time
as if all our momentum to the capital
had been lost
these shops with their hand-painted signs
I didn’t recognise the names
they’re not triplicated on every high street
And now I sit
in the Crooked Café
the waitress always tries to remember my ‘usual’
but I love that she never quite gets it right
Friday 15th November 2019 11:38 am
At dream’s end
we let the water flow
At dream’s end
loosening our grip
hold the best bits
release the scenes that never came
I imagined endless parties
some intangible heart that I could puncture
I imagined so much more
turns out it’s just another place
moving at a heightened pace
Now I sit quietly
by the chequered flag
grateful to have run
Monday 6th May 2019 11:45 am
a sigh is leaving me
I can concentrate now, finally
a statue standing on the jetty
the lake’s slow wash below the boards
I feel freer now than ever
more than I did back there
I don’t know how you toil on
those boiling days below the city
tinned-life crammed searching for air
You wrote of the love you found
that you always dreamed was waiting
head cocked ...
Monday 4th March 2019 7:47 am
This life, this people, this city.
All living in a certain geographical area – here, this city.
Dying eventually, one day which only God knows.
Today under a tram or of old age.
This city with many names, is it like your city?
I know you were a cold war target, so were we.
People make love, fight, laugh, cry
in your city just like in my city.
You have been...
Thursday 5th April 2018 8:15 am
City lights within reach
So close to the ground
Stars too far above
There're too much clouds
City lights within reach
This is how we reach for the stars
Friday 30th March 2018 4:42 pm
I had a dream in that city again. Inside the nebula of chaos. It is night. The bookshelves of lights on the streetscape throb; red, yellow, cyan, red. It feels like Amsterdam dipped in oil. A black bridge leaps across an equally blackened street. A subway entry to the bottom right. The towers lurking at the back lean effortlessly over the road. The buildings are mere shadows, blacker than the nigh...
Wednesday 14th December 2016 5:54 pm
We all hate the government
but what can you do
just drink in the evening sun
talking with old friends
A little place I know
when our graft is done
Cobbled streets, thin passageways
snaking pipes embrace the buildings
in the shadow cast by evening sun
standing with good friends
A little place I know
let’s grab a bus
Who voted 'leave', not one man here
Saturday 20th August 2016 12:18 am
I leave by front door. Climb up, north,
beyond cardboard houses lining the route
away from the roaring city.
But, no lie, sound travels; on bridges of air,
rivers of dust, canyons delved by word and cry.
The swarming bustle echoes down centuries;
building, toil, murder, love, revolution, dying birdsong;
hate, war; the engines of humanity, channelled, set.
I walk away,...
Saturday 2nd January 2016 3:19 am
A silent, night sky is loud with the city’s glow.
Reflections upon the water; lead thoughts below.
the humming is fuel to the fire,
for the electric, funeral pyre.
Colors show who you really are around here,
there is no time for fear.
Or is there? - where’s little sister?
If you see her, say I miss her.
Rain beating down like laughter on my ears;
Monday 4th May 2015 7:51 am
ODESSA - MY PRINCIPESSA
About many famous cities we can talk:
London, Paris, Naples or New York,
But when you walk along Odessa
You will love our principessa
If you are wise enough and not a bore.
The fact is such,
The fact is such:
There’s no city in the world
I love so much.
You will smile to the famous Duke,
From the second ...
Monday 3rd September 2012 12:14 am
They dwell in strange rooms
the murky recesses of affordability
barely buildings, bedrooms with sinks
chair pushed up against the door
flakes of lives flung everywhere
A curtain, a quilt - who can really say?
A bare bulb hangs in an open window
no shade inside from day or night
Still lives go on; the rudimentary,
ramshackle, clutching at homeliness
the need for shelter unites us all
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 3:25 pm
Somewhere, the 9 till 5 office worker stops me with a deadpan stare,
Fixes me with the times of timetables passed, the graph paper squares
Of tomorrow’s schedule. The high-rise offices never bother to look down.
I never liked the city.
Never really cared
for the city’s callousness, its daily suicide,
the shadow at the top of each building that watches with certainty.
Tuesday 31st January 2012 9:14 am
CITY UNDER THE SEA
Thousands of years ago there stood a huge prosperous city on the shores of the Mediterranean Sea.
Sea level was lower then and the ocean was smaller and less deep. Over the years the sea level rose, covering and drowning this magnificent place.
Many people tried to stay to ride out the storm but the flood of water became deeper and deeper until it was ...
Tuesday 24th January 2012 6:33 pm
Oh to be once more in the depths of green
Escape from the bustle of the present mainstream
Soak up the magic of natures verdant glory
Linger there a while and pen the story
For refuge what can ever surpass this haven
An acorns throw away from the commercially enslaven...
August 10th 2009
Friday 4th September 2009 10:18 pm