WOODEN ZOO
WOODEN ZOO
I recall when you arrived
six months old in your pram
and your parents so young,
says Dorothy at the gate.
A daughter lost to cancer,
the oldest son a heart attack
climbing up a mountain.
He came to play with us
just once, back then
and we sniggered at his
peculiar way of talking
and wouldn't let him touch
the wooden zoo I owned
that held m...
Monday 10th February 2025 11:54 pm
ISOLATION
ISOLATION
I dreamed they moved the forest
as I watched from a window
never suspecting such impermanence;
scenery rolled like a stage set,
replaced by things more essential.
No trees, and in their stead rose
abodes of relentless brick
and from inside came starry toddlers,
women who looked through me,
hooded men with meagre histories.
I was irrelevant to th...
Monday 13th January 2025 12:57 am
PEBBLE PATHS
PEBBLE PATHS
I navigate the airport exit
in standard hiking gear,
progress to humble streets
that bear her daily print
no matter how often
she dreams of escape.
The narrow staircase tunnels
upwards like a mineshaft
through rough damp stone
to our tiny flat where
a chugging fridge of imports
tries to last the month
and after lockdown restriction
pleasure wa...
Saturday 31st August 2024 1:16 am
LIMINAL
LIMINAL
Flat in your bed
like a crushed soldier
when the old cause
has dissolved into defeat,
congealed to history.
In here the weather
is uncertain - it's been
raining intermittently
for days; I mark
your little snores, try
to guess at the interior,
imagine a fiction
wherein I could conjure
peace, an alternative
reality where the soldier
...
Saturday 13th April 2024 12:36 am
CANAL SONG
CANAL SONG
Today I saw mallards
fed crumbs by a local drunkard
stumbling from the Grapes
onto the murky cut.
He crooned a forgotten song
that floated on the wind
as narrow boats chugged past
a chalky towpath
old as ghosts of workers
mean-eyed, coal dust-coated
heaving sacks and urging horses
in days now deemed heroic.
It guided him home
under mossy humpbac...
Friday 11th August 2023 12:08 am
ME AND THE DEMONS
ME AND THE DEMONS
Seven years old
in Saint Cecilia's church,
murals of scorched monsters,
red obscenities
dragging souls to hell.
Nudged down the left aisle
to that marble altar
I kneel under huge pillars
distant from the priest
whose beatific radar doesn't track
my schoolboy error
and I eventually give up.
Denied the sacrament,
denied protection
...Saturday 17th June 2023 1:28 am
ENGINEER
ENGINEER
She got an old Volksvagen
and at weekends
we'd drive to the country,
stop in some small market town
for fish and chips
or tea in a corner cafe.
We were young
so not thinking constantly
about corruption,
injustice or conspiracies.
Another time was passion
in a broom cupboard
at the university
until someone opened the door.
She had a serious...
Monday 1st May 2023 1:36 am
TINDERBOX
TINDERBOX
Firewalker faith must be required
to hop this white-hot sand
and now all zones are tinged with fear
of sunburn or combustion.
We stretch naked in the dunes
until guards arrive on decency patrol,
ice-cream hawkers melt away,
persistent surfers finally desist.
The sea's an aquarium of coke cans
anyway, and plastic in the throats of birds.
Interpid...
Thursday 16th March 2023 1:40 pm
THE TYRANT
THE TYRANT
As a child he kept amphibians
netted in the gentle stream,
fed maggots, worms and spiders;
enjoyed that savage ritual.
Along the seaside promenade
he'd pester grandma for another coin
to watch the clockwork execution:
a model man led out by guards
who dropped through a tiny trapdoor.
Later he amassed billions,
rose to power, eliminated rivals,
...Tuesday 8th November 2022 3:05 pm
DISTANT WORLD
DISTANT WORLD
Nocturnal soliloquies and wandering
are a far cry from childhood days
when we glimpsed the Southport sea
or a convent of cold war Ursulines
prayed mercy for evil Mr Khrushchev.
The fairground rollercoaster passage
of years before our family dwindled,
tea shops became an endangered species;
my uncle's crinkle-cut hair, ridiculous
as Kenneth More's ca...
Wednesday 14th September 2022 3:34 pm
DOVES
DOVES
The dove looks alarmed
as its mate goes flying
off the sideboard's edge
when you fling a door.
Forty years, same place,
you used to tell me
how instalments ensured
the pair were yours.
Now you sit in this pool
of senseless oblivion
and don't even shed a tear
as I brush up fragments,
dream miraculous repairs
like those lost vases
jig...
Wednesday 7th September 2022 8:24 pm
IMMIGRANT GIRL
IMMIGRANT GIRL
Sofa-surfing at loose-end parties
after tired feet touch tarmac
and poverty is a canvas of hazard.
A cousin in some pot-luck suburb
where cork sags under adverts.
At last a pokey crumbling room:
cabinet doors hang open in defiance,
insect agendas behind furniture
glued tight by the gunge of years.
New curtains and light bulbs
from alien sho...
Tuesday 31st May 2022 3:38 pm
MARINE
MARINE
Herded down to the beach at ten
on a winter's morning
in thin white gym shorts as if our volition
came from his barking.
He claimed to have been a marine
and we were terrified,
with anaesthetised flesh
on the oily beach
strewn with bladder wrack
like something coughed up foul and green
and a pill box
full of trash and graffiti;
concrete obstacles from ...
Wednesday 23rd February 2022 2:31 pm
FLANNEL WHITE
FLANNEL WHITE
My father's journey through life
from school to war to office
was just a sequence of obedience
while others did the thinking.
No sooner home from work
than meal finished, off to play.
Sundays at the cricket crease
the only place he wished to be.
A catalogue of parks and pitches
we were driven to on sufferance,
mum to make tea and sandwiches
...Thursday 3rd February 2022 1:36 am
SHADES OF SMYRNA
SHADES OF SMYRNA
Athens
Past refugees
haunt the streets of this city.
Pavestones cover forgotten lives,
each district conceals
a trail of hardship and loss.
Their dreams are long eclipsed
but surface when the moon comes up
invoked by timeless music
from bouzoukis
as people dance in clubs
or couples chat
in sleepy kebab shops
over barrelled wine
...Tuesday 7th December 2021 3:06 pm
CATHEDRAL
Beneath majestic heights
public footsteps
ring a tapestry of sound.
Time surrenders here,
hushed voices
slice through space.
In ancient plans
the sky has been considered,
clouds float across
ascending lengths of glass
not stained but clear
while high in the dome's recesses
portholes angle to paradise.
Thick with prayers
stone walls are candle-b...
Friday 1st October 2021 12:07 am
PET SHOP STORY
PET SHOP STORY
I should get up and sell mice
but I'll stay here instead
in the warm, embryonic bed,
and what is a mouse's life?
Getting your head crushed
for a bit of cheese,
or squirming like an addict
under the merciless paw.
I sink in dreams, a jaded skull
trailing hair all the way down
to the sad, depleted market
where I meet the others:
th...
Wednesday 15th September 2021 10:41 pm
HOMUNCULUS
HOMUNCULUS
The clay head seems to scream
when I open the chest:
an unwanted gift
with secrets trapped in time.
Shaped by a mad sailor,
lost helmsman on dark seas,
chaos crew a sub-plot
to some misguided saga.
I caress its weight
of barren, merciless islands
cruel as shipwrecks
through heart and soul.
Each day a signal to me
it doesn't belong...
Tuesday 7th September 2021 10:41 pm
LIVERPOOL 1946
LIVERPOOL 1946
The slick-haired sailor boy
is home for good in civvies.
He walks two miles each night
to hold your nervous hand
and takes you dancing Fridays,
a half of bitter in the Crown.
Twin sister reckons a catch
but Dad's on sentry at the door.
One day he introduces you
to his mother and the chaos
of that sprouting family;
he's bagged a job in ta...
Friday 9th July 2021 11:42 pm
GRANDMA'S HOUSE
GRANDMA'S HOUSE
Defunct flies lay clenched
tight as fists, webs hung low
near holy statues positioned
to ensure she'd go to heaven.
I nosed my uncles' rooms
while they were out at work,
broke open dog-ends, tasted
gold strands, sweet at first
but bitter in the throat.
She sang rebellion as her sponge
slopped from bucket to floor,
argued in the bare-bricked ...
Wednesday 31st March 2021 12:28 am
PARTISAN
She was an agile acrobat
on broken rooftops of escape,
jumping into arms euphoric
before pain had time to register.
Armies advance across steppes,
houses gutted for sustenance.
Machine guns and home-made
grenades zipping over walls.
He dreamed a nest of miracles
a golden goose in the attic;
sad executions on frozen earth
while skies remain indifferent.
...Sunday 10th January 2021 1:08 pm
LOVE POEM
LOVE POEM
I love the cool simplicity of you
that you're not complicated,
that I know how to please you
and the shape of happiness today
will be the same in a year.
I love the way you wake and stretch
towards the promise of morning,
that neither unkindness nor injustice
have tainted or diminished you.
You are spring dawn perfume
the suggestion of distant c...
Monday 30th November 2020 1:40 am
MARKET DAY
MARKET DAY
Old rules drew lines in sand:
the pub, now half the terrace
is no-go land for smokers
lest lungs be compromised
yet hang the social distancing.
Strategies concocted overnight,
Larkin's pessimism eclipsed,
made almost safe and innocent
by this dictator virus dealing
dystopias of fashionable masks.
Amidst confusion, market folk
are milling, br...
Monday 16th November 2020 12:40 am
IN SEARCH OF A SUBJECT
IN SEARCH OF A SUBJECT
Brought up on fish fingers
and church on Sunday.
A lawnmower land
of new beginnings.
Robin Hood and Batman
carried the day.
Not from here, nor there;
not middle-class or worker
and wrong accent
as my part-time pals
would remind me
and not much good at fighting
or football or maths.
Enamoured of the pen
from an early age,
...Thursday 24th September 2020 2:22 am
TIME TRAVEL
TIME TRAVEL
I'd love to travel back:
feel the sweet warmth of mints
inside my mouth in 1890,
lick Victorian ice-cream,
follow that monochrome lad
who just slipped round the corner
into the rest of his life.
Granddad when an urchin
stole rides, he said, just clinging
to a horse-drawn carriage
then after smashing windows
police rang the doorbell at night;
...
Tuesday 4th August 2020 1:33 am
PLAYING SOLDIERS
PLAYING SOLDIERS
Our armies are lined up:
facing off across the carpet,
generals on fine horses
presiding from behind the ranks.
My uncle launches an attack:
sends his infantry forward
then scatters then dead
across no-man's land
for dramatic effect.
They die so easily, I think.
handfuls of cheap life
sacrificed in the war zone.
Later, watching TV
we get n...
Wednesday 22nd July 2020 2:26 pm
KEITH FORDYCE AND A PHOTO OF MY PARENTS
KEITH FORDYCE AND A PHOTO OF MY PARENTS
A first kiss on the battlements
with your daughter's friend
while everyone drank downstairs
and Harry Worth for company
as my father hopped around
taking snapshots of actors.
You interviewed celebrities,
hosted music shows and quizzes
but looked better on screen
than in the cold flesh of reality
pottering unshaven, hung-...
Sunday 31st May 2020 1:16 am
LA CONCHA
LA CONCHA
The bank robber is a gentleman
raising a towel for his love to dress.
I wake some way down seashell beach
while Rick still snores behind me.
Bags rolled tight, we enter a bar,
slump on stools in a line, all four
staring at our reflections in the long
mirror behind the steel counter.
Jesus spreads arms wide over the bay
and we are down to out last p...
Saturday 4th April 2020 1:30 pm
STRAWBERRY TIME
STRAWBERRY TIME
I bought strawberries last June,
removed the stalks
and danced them in a colander
then that familiar smell
of when we worked the fields,
a radio providing sound
the hands and knees
that scraped the ground
and almost all of us on benefits
so we'd run and hide when
government spies arrived
and by five, clothes were stiff
with all that mud a...
Wednesday 11th March 2020 11:35 am
BEER AND ROSES
BEER AND ROSES
I bought two roses
and illegal lager in the park.
You donned your street persona,
told the dealer man
we didn't want them frozen,
then later, at the campsite
it all seemed a recipe for love:
the chalet with pastel walls,
a balcony rail over glittering sea.
But now you don't want roses,
the chalet's lost its charm,
that restaurant rice is...
Tuesday 3rd March 2020 1:52 pm
BARCELONA RAIN
BARCELONA RAIN
Rain-aromas carry
memories of better days:
thieves melt into darkness,
the destitute disappear
to practise illicit trades
down narrow Gothic alleys
but we linger endlessly
in desecrated neighbourhoods
with the shallow optimism
of shining architecture.
At dawn we scan horizons,
shake droplets from hair
surrender our past,
dodge disco tou...
Sunday 2nd February 2020 1:08 am
THOSE GHOSTS
THOSE GHOSTS
You can't seal up death
despite the rituals,
it abides in tobacco
pouches and old armchairs
and abandoned shoes
worn once to tread
the winding alleys
of this town.
In sleek black cars
and creaking wardrobes
with their mothball smells,
in distant excursions
recalled on paper scraps
that fall by chance
from picture frames.
...
Saturday 23rd November 2019 12:45 am
KAMCHATKA TRAILS
KAMCHATKA TRAILS
Sometimes I dream of Siberia
and reindeer herds invading wilderness
invisible on paper maps or Google.
From nowhere a tiny village:
a post office, gas station, two hotels
an outdoor pool for masochists;
mountains wear a cloak of ice
the Moscow cook's on strike again
as executioner climate change
advances drunk with forest songs
...
Tuesday 19th November 2019 10:36 am
THE SIN
THE SIN
Catalonia 2015
Poverty sent you far from home
and the sin accompanies us always.
Today we're down from hill forests,
shedding leaves on hotel carpets.
I sense the energy of coming rain.
In narrow streets the heavens open,
we dive inside a tiny seafood place
and later, tapping to a disco beat
chill out with studded girls in leather,
all party mode ...
Sunday 17th November 2019 6:09 am
STONE BAGUETTE
STONE BAGUETTE
Narbonne 1987
At eight in the morning, after coffee
we must leave the House of Friendship
to pass the freezing day the best we can.
The Mistral is relentless so wine is bought
from a supermarket. All of us adrift
in the pointless boat of this town's winter.
Watching the more fortunate as they pass,
we wrap up well and comment on life;
we ...
Monday 9th September 2019 12:50 am
ON A SICILIAN BEACH
ON A SICILIAN BEACH
A ladybird lands
on my foot in the sand
as I'm reading The Life of Pi.
A blue stretch of sea
carried me here
where an army of shiny black beetles
unbreakable as tanks
will persist in its trundling .
He was days on a boat
now I'm days in the sand
getting browner
eating pizza
reading this book
with no appetite to leave.
...
Saturday 15th June 2019 7:12 pm
INVOLVED IN SWITZERLAND
INVOLVED IN SWITZERLAND
He said he was a poet
but his modest recognition
would dissolve in a bottomless sea,
that he wrote in the dead of night
then washed up on distant shores
where his shoes were seen walking alone.
That he could catch the words
that welled in his mouth
like vagabonds shuffling darkly
towards unbearable daylight.
He said he failed ...
Saturday 8th June 2019 10:56 pm
BEACHED
BEACHED
She left him like a boat
when the tide has gone out,
sandbank hours, drowned hope.
Stole his dreams to distant sea
and lost them in the depths
but up there in obsidian sky
the universe was concealed
behind a curtain of blindness,
silver stars he couldn't see.
He just couldn't see.
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Tuesday 4th June 2019 12:13 am
SURVIVAL
SURVIVAL
His grandmother made us drink
before work began.
Sour wine and cough mixture
by the taste of things:
a poisonous warmth expanding
like a pack of nails inside.
It was seven o'clock
and cold fields had not woken
from their early dew.
The cat's called Socrates, she said,
because he ate the hemlock
in the garden, over there
past our broken tractor,
do...
Monday 20th May 2019 3:50 pm
A DREAM OF MISFORTUNE
A DREAM OF MISFORTUNE
I remember your father as
a friendly man who ate his meals
in the living room
with the huge cream fridge
but what was he doing
in my dreams a lifetime later
in the back of your car?
Shall we drop him here,
he said, or just keep driving?
It seems banal to say -
you drove me into the night.
I woke and you were very close
...Tuesday 7th May 2019 1:14 am
BACARDI TAIL LIGHTS MACHINE GUN FAREWELL
BACARDI TAIL LIGHTS MACHINE GUN FAREWELL
He tried to drown his dog
under the canal bridge
but it came back.
Rang the planning department
and warned them there'd be blood
if one more estate was built.
His dad abandoned,
hobbling to the pigeon loft.
Daniel is leaving tonight on a plane.
Local junkies got hold
of the bottles and the furniture
then ended up scr...
Monday 1st April 2019 2:36 am
QUEEN OF THE NIGHT
QUEEN OF THE NIGHT
That flower right next to us,
its honey perfume coloured the sea
and all the air breathed after dark.
You told me how it grew back home
profusely in the villages, but that
you and your sisters would steal it
from a neighbour's garden just for fun
which made me smile at this illicit side
of tricks and secrets as a general rule.
Ye...
Saturday 2nd February 2019 3:25 pm
DOBRO
DOBRO
That shiny steel guitar
he got eventually
was what he'd always wanted;
just to play the blues.
I killed so many people, he said,
was called up twice, unfairly
because of skill in martial arts
and when we took a town
would often be the first to enter
but the bullet-proof vests,
they never came.
I should be dead by now
along with all t...
Saturday 26th January 2019 5:12 pm
AQUARIUM
AQUARIUM
I dreamt of an aquarium
fixed into my back,
a miniature box
with tetras and an angel fish,
its glass sunk deep
instead of memories;
I had to ask each day
if they were still alive,
framed there
in that wall of flesh.
It was necessary
to watch out for these
delicate creatures, cradle
this transparent cube of life
while treading carefully
...
Thursday 17th January 2019 1:41 am
DEATH OF A BAR
DEATH OF A BAR
Barcelona 2012
The warmth has gone,
the boar's head taken down
all fireplace brick surrendered
to the sledgehammer,
that old woman who
punished fruit machines
denied her homebound pleasure,
the jaunty evening crowd
now scattered like funeral ash.
The barmaid with her optimistic hair
left stranded, the perrenial
inviting smil...
Wednesday 26th December 2018 3:45 pm
NIGERIAN VILLAGES
NIGERIAN VILLAGES
Some writers marry other ones
it seems the natural course
but she has never read a book,
in fact she hardly learned to read.
In Nigerian villages, they say,
you have to pay to go to school.
Her father was a teacher too;
in time I've come to understand
that this is just an economic irony
of life down there, however,
she can handle a sewing mac...
Friday 21st December 2018 2:13 am
SALAMANDER
SALAMANDER
From dripping dawn to milk churn
to sheep and village fountain.
From orchard and empty
mountain road to gurgling cherry town
I carried a yellow-black fire symbol
through deserted evenings
in hidden streets where men put away
their tools with an apprehensive glance
until at last, we met and drove
the winding road to Olonzac,
and sat next day in the b...
Monday 26th November 2018 2:27 pm
BOXES
BOXES
It's time to face that room
and all its sundry clutter.
Old stuff he kept for years:
opera magazines, sports trophies,
brittle yellowed journals telling
of obscure endeavours long ago;
the passions and activities
that cause the junk of decades.
I open the door and greet
my own past too - I played here
in a cloud of fantasy and aspiration,
small k...
Monday 19th November 2018 2:09 pm
ROSE
ROSE
My love is like
a crimson rose
and no one knows
from whence it came
nor where it goes -
a rose in winter
solid as Frankenstein's
monster, a frozen thing
that spent
its lifetime hiding
like a garage spider.
I didn't chide her
the garage spider,
but now the rose has
said hooray - come out
to play, has seen
its own refle...
Friday 2nd November 2018 3:32 pm
THE DOGS OF ATHENS
THE DOGS OF ATHENS
More than a city
a cluster of cities stretch
onwards through space,
one sprawling into the next,
so many areas
I've never set foot in
and west of the electric line's
a foreign country;
you see the names of neighbourhoods
on yellow buses passing
this evening square
where, instead of Nokia,
the street dogs are connected
by a different...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 1:22 pm
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