Wednesday, 27 February 2019

For the Journeyman

The road’s black business runs thick with the hoarseness of tyres,
with the rattle of high-sided vehicles, the lull of household names,
storage, haulage, shopping malls, cheap components, chain-store
halls, white goods, car parts, sofas, beds, special moments, turn out
the light, sleep-well-my-darling, just one more night’s breakneck
hurtling through this two-lane highways’ sun-set drawn-out dusk.

Monday, 25 February 2019

Poetry24 February

I had nineteen poems published by Martin at Poetry24 in 2018. Six more so far in 2019 — the latest, in February, are: Eschaton, priceless love and Underclass. Coming soon (I hope) - jihadi bride.

jihadi bride - grooming, radicalisation - call it what you like…

Eschaton - part of Poems for the Planet. Doom and gloom and the end of days…

Sunday, 17 February 2019


Yes, I remember Grantham—
The name and the association—
Because one day in the autumn
Of a year, my train connected.

Shunted on some railway triangle
This way, that way, forwards and back,
Till I ran across bridges to travel
North away from Thatcher’s England.

Saturday, 16 February 2019

Sea Change

shore to shore
an ocean rolls its silence up
conceals its secret places

from us

Friday, 15 February 2019

Undying Art

Poetry was never dying:
always alive, it lay sleeping
in doorways, stepped over
by people looking somewhere else.

Tuesday, 12 February 2019


the truth
has finally dawned
no-one calculated
the cost of the wind
as we should have
building for

Saturday, 2 February 2019


January cold taxes the purse.
February remembers love for a time
While winter deals its worst.
March gives us reason
For changing the season
As wind blows through like a curse.