I ambled along the promenade of a quiet sea-side town. This was the coast I knew well; giant sea gulls, so many shades of blue in wooden B&B signs, glossy blue Victorian style front doors, rough white-wash sea walls, the smell of chips, down in the harbour. I…
The ever-expanding man-shat world atomised a willing tramp who slung a plastic box of music on a shoulder of pure bone. Loose, ragged like a flyaway bin bag he whooshed along to a graffiti love gem: A yellow-purple bench in Brockhurst Park where he made an impromptu bamboo ritual to…
Wild honey dripping down the door. What a fiery nest in the eve which not a single monkey one of us cared about. We’d spent an orange afternoon splashing matt emulsion Over furniture and scribbling lunacy On walls. Red Gobella wrote a poignant Piece about war-time Warsaw In a…
Another moment has arisen where there is an outer beauty-this time golden light tree tips swaying on post rain fading evening light and I am aware of the immediate, apparently conditioned urge to describe it to the reader, yet I pull back and wait for upon closer scrutiny I know…
Your sunken eyes revealed your bed-sit life in a doss house full of scar-faced drunks, your lives pathetically made possible by Income Support and Tesco beer Your jaw flaccid with pure sulk: the dark cycle of job hell or no-job hell. Ill-fitting words and torn-off fragments of childish ideas a…
Sitting aloft a kingly oak, mannikins burning on the lea, curved, naked, dozing trombones on a dusty tramline that a farm boy made crooked. Afar the fawn smudge of a ship harbouring on the headland and a crew of pale gold Rastas tossing themselves into a thorny weave of brambles…
Early blue-skied January the sunlight sprays gold the silver hair of static octogenarians, white shop fascades turn pink orange the puddles a golden syrup For a few moments everyone dreams of a new life agleam. Suddenly a cloud covers the sun and all present are cast in yet another version…
Sometimes the collusion of precise climatic elements produces a mind-opening day called poignant The pace of the breeze with white cloud blossom against a rennaissance sky; a certain marked character of grey cloud, the shake of the right leaves with the right rythymn and a sheep-grazed span of meadow grass…