Night Flight
The moment
I knew
my mother was leaving—
no word, no signal,
just a slight shift
in the staff's routine,
moving through
the dim quiet
of the critical room;
tending machines,
securing trays,
smoothing blankets,
quietly closing the blinds
on a life,
while the world
ghosted below
in darkness.
Sunday 1st September 2024 2:26 pm
First Steps
I wake
earlier than usual,
padding gingerly across
the dusty, sunlit
pine floor
toward the kettle
and the promise
of the morning fixer.
I wait,
gazing through the steam
at the hazy dawn.
Some are already awake,
their shiny black caps dipping
in and out
of the glimmering waves.
One already stepping
onto the shore—
the evolution of the species;
it ...
Saturday 31st August 2024 9:41 pm
05.01 am
Up all night,
shuffling complaints,
I finally sleep
consoled by
the first soft strains
of morning.
No sign now
of the moth
I confided with
most of the night,
as he flittered
at my bed light.
Gone in his
dusty overcoat,
another
refugee,
slipping out with
a suitcase
of worries
in the early dawn.
Saturday 15th July 2023 10:38 pm
Day Off
Funny to think of you gone
On a bright morning like this,
Crossing the Euston Road
With rolled sleeves,
Nothing to do;
10:12, on a Tuesday in spring.
Sky blue and dotted with clouds,
Cranes swinging
In construction dust
And breeze-blown blossoms.
Workers whistling in shiny yellow hats,
The city in full swing,
As I walk away from myself
In bright cars and mirr...
Friday 23rd June 2023 10:02 am
Morning Music
Listen close between the
horns and percussion
of the churning traffic
you'll hear the sunlight
creaking
across the floorboards
of an attic room
the one where a fly
keeps buzzing In and out
as if looking for something
he left behind.
Someone is waking now
and reaching out
in an otherwise empty bed
while in the balcony below
the wid...
Sunday 26th February 2023 2:33 pm
December 24th
We're late and
I am losing the battle.
his will is stronger
than mine,
now he is holding
the toothbrush
except he is not brushing his teeth
instead his smearing
toothpaste across
the smiling mouth
of his fabric crocodile,
while all I can manage
is to watch
weighted by what's
still required to do,
feeling my oversized tiredness
weigh upon the thin springs
of his undersized matt...
Thursday 10th November 2022 2:33 pm
Entropy
We have no time
for the impending heat death of the universe,
there is too much to distract
ourselves with down here.
You're quietly explaining
your heart has shifted from where it once was,
as if knocked from its orbit
by some mysterious force.
The universe tends toward disorder,
your eyes seem to say
just as the ice melting in the glass
and the coffee ...
Monday 7th November 2022 5:36 pm
Napkin Equation
Finishing this Cortado
On a wet morning in October,
I wonder how much coffee
I've drunk in my life.
I do a quick calculation
based upon twenty years of coffee drinking
where, roughly, three cups a day,
if a typical cup
is two hundred and twenty five millimetres of liquid,
comes to four million nine hundred
and twenty seven thousand
and five hundred millili...
Thursday 3rd November 2022 1:44 pm
Saturday
There is not much to separate us,
the little fly and I,
him upon the window sill
and I upon the sofa,
Two small specks
in the footnote of history,
passing time
in the thin spring light
of this pale room.
While the poplars trees
sway their shadows
on the ceiling above
the fly stands still
as if contemplation
or respect
to the mysteries ...
Saturday 16th July 2022 12:20 pm
Morning Report
I should be drinking
boiled water
with lemon juice
but settle
for black coffee
and half a glazed donut
in the courtyard
watching the morning
traffic of bees
while the sparrows
cheep alarm
above the head
of the cat
stretched out
in the dust and sun
and so it goes,
the sky blue
as a fresh coat
of paint
dabbed with white clouds
and b...
Wednesday 18th May 2022 3:52 pm
Balance
The universe hates you
I'm sorry to tell you
God is getting together
with Mother Nature
to decide who they
should kill first.
Take you and I,
short sighted as we are,
in another time
we would have
blindly fallen to our deaths
off a narrow mountain path
or been devoured
by a cougar we mistook
for a benign looking
beige rock.
God does...
Monday 16th May 2022 10:25 am
The Process
This morning the inner critic
is playing all the hits;
how I should have jumped
out of bed at dawn
to do star jumps,
sumo squats,
push ups
followed by
a cold shower
and ten minutes
of deep breathing,
then an immunity boosting
breakfast of
boiled water with lemon,
rolled oats blended with
flaxseed, broccoli
and coconut water.
Twenty minutes
of morning pages,
sun salutations
...
Wednesday 4th May 2022 10:22 am
I Had A Dream
I had a dream
I was serving
in a government
of the dead,
I was the bulldog
the firefighter,
the master of
the excel spreadsheet
a puller of
gold teeth
I built the pivot table
I built the filter curve
that measured every wave
that thinned out
the herd.
I dreamt I
was a lorry driver,
hauling through the night,
a forty tonne
...Sunday 24th April 2022 10:19 pm
Redundancy
They have found
my replacement
he is sat there with a
finger up his nose
watching a cartoon
about a talking cupcake.
He can recite the alphabet
print his own name
and his an expert in the
sauropods of the mesozoic era.
Just this morning he
recalled the names
of the planets,
listing each one by size
and distance from the sun
Rememb...
Tuesday 15th March 2022 2:17 pm
Golden Age Poetry
Do you know the
one about
the drunk Chinese poet
whose heart was so filled
with wine and longing
he fell to his death
while trying to seize the reflection
of the moon in the water
beneath his small
wooden boat?
Somewhere he is still falling,
tumbling head first
in darkness
through the centuries,
tethered to that
mathematical paradox
where a falling...
Friday 11th March 2022 12:34 pm
Dark Matter
It is cold and dark
in the universe
when you cat is dead
and your wife not talking to you
and the planets
are moving
apart as if they have
nothing left to say
and your father lied to you
and your sister
is in a psychiatric ward
on New Years Eve
and you bury your
thoughts under red wine
and propanaol
and out of date prozac
from your dead mother’s
...Wednesday 9th March 2022 2:55 pm
Ritual
I drink my coffee
and try being present
but my mind
keeps pushing
me somewhere
I don't want to be,
backward and
forward in time,
an exquisite self torture
more addictive
than this caffeine
I pour religiously
into my body
each morning.
So I focus on
the warmth
permeating through
my fingers
from the white
porcelain cup,
studying the
rising steam
in the golden light ...
Monday 7th March 2022 5:24 pm
Another Spring
I dream of coffee
waking early
strolling through the heart
of the city
the birds singing,
the sun warm enough to
roll my sleeves
the smell of the bakery
with it's open door
powdered sugar
on angel wings
a black espresso
at a pavement cafe
the sun crossing
the street
to embrace our held hands,
as good as anything
in the en...
Friday 4th March 2022 1:20 pm
North
Your heart is pouring out
like black coffee.
You're a dog in a shuttle
with it’s engines
burned out
in the vacuum of space.
You're a ghost
In the window
behind which lies a
a mountain of snow
thick with fir trees.
You’re the sole passenger
on a train headed north,
your luggage is rattling
over your head
your destination
unreadab...
Monday 8th November 2021 10:12 pm
How To Think About This
Watching
bodies trampled
at the gates to another life,
all the screaming,
sobbing
and scared eyes
of children clinging
to their parents legs,
while I lay here in
the quiet of a weekend afternoon,
the coffee cup
cooling on my chest,
my child nearby
watching the television,
something about
super hero dogs,
my heart aches
as if running low
of w...
Saturday 21st August 2021 11:03 pm
Desert Island
The route to happiness
Is to expect less of things,
so they say,
to leave alone the sorrow,
the slaughter and
put your feet up awhile
and marvel at whatever
small mercies materialise
before you;
the universe of dust
in afternoon light,
the steam spiralling
from the coffee cup
resting upon your chest,
the sparrows
leaping in...
Monday 2nd August 2021 10:39 pm
Casteraways
Adrift in the middle
of our lives,
I watch you
enshrined by the steam
of your coffee,
eyes turned downwards
as you captively
butter your English muffin.
The morning light
revealing treasures
we thought
all unearthed.
Friday 23rd April 2021 3:58 pm
The Great Desertion
I often think of my desk
amongst the other desks,
scattered post it notes
archaic to-do lists,
stacked coffee cups
filled with chewed pens,
the potted cactus
and little hula girl
swaying side to side
In the light of the window,
sky greying towards autumn,
and the occasional passing
pigeon wondering
where we all are.
Tuesday 6th October 2020 11:40 pm
New Year's Eve 2
The Champagne
has left our heads swimming,
feeling idiotic and in love
as two young lovers
skinny-dipping at midnight,
readying to leap into the darkness
of another year
with only the compass
of our foolish passion
to guide us.
-
I have drunk so much the dead are
coming back to me,
the ones we crossed arms
and promised not to forget,
ferrying back across
the dark waters of m...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 9:21 pm
Theme For Ernie
Many nights like this
I sat beside a darkened window
cradling thoughts of what
delivered you here.
Nights when snow fell
and Coltrane's mute tenor
signalled in the gloom,
A Golden Record,
spiraling the consolations
of a beleaguered earth
into the silent cosmos.
I would wonder what
beacon you followed,
in your small white suit,
buttoned to the chin,
lu...
Sunday 24th November 2019 9:35 pm
The African Queen
I am listening
very closely to you,
just as the Buddhists would
recommend,
keeping attention
on your voice,
how it sounds,
and the content of your words,
trying my best to
ignore my thoughts
that keep rudely interrupting,
how your hair
pinned like that
resembles Katharine Hepburn
in The African Queen
which is based upon
a 1935 book by
C.S. Fores...
Monday 18th November 2019 9:52 pm
The Wrestler
You believe in love don't you?
You know love,
the one with the
plastered knuckles
and fractured nose
and lifetime
prescription for
painkillers?
That old war horse
drowning his sorrows
over there,
who can still turn it on
now and then,
in that arena where
every move is scripted
but the blood is still real.
Thursday 14th November 2019 10:58 pm
The Hard Problem
Nobody knows what it is to be alive
or at least there is no description
to satisfy all parties, as to when
the lights are on and why we’re
any more conscious
than this rubber plant, say,
or for that matter this table
or bent wood chair.
They call this the hard problem,
the one the best academics
can’t plough their heads through,
that leaves us with only best...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 3:59 pm
The Secret of his Success
The cat settles
down by the radiator
as I pull on cold trousers
from the cold floor
then watches as I
search for hat, coat, gloves.
Later I see him
in the upstairs window
while I scrape the frost
from the windshield
and again
as I sit rubbing my hands
as the engine warms
until he gets up
and with a stretch turns away,
his whole day
ahead of him...
Monday 11th November 2019 10:12 pm
Thoughts This Morning
Like the voices at a family dinner
like a film with reels
in the wrong order
like the pages of a script
thrown by an angry lover
from a moving train
like a meadow of butterflies
where I am the one with a big white net
and an open book within
which to pin them in.
Saturday 9th November 2019 9:13 am
Now
Coffee and peaches
on the table,
the sun shining
through the backdoor,
your son watching a bee
inspect the heart
of a sunflower.
Thursday 7th November 2019 9:01 pm
Late Night Movie
I fall asleep
dreaming of another version of this film,
one rescued from the cutting room floor,
as they say,
except comprised of only
the beginnings and endings of every scene,
a thousand black and white windows
swept up after dark
by a cinephilic janitor
who spliced them into an unending reel
of stolen frames from Nightmare Alley,
Harbour Lights, No Way O...
Tuesday 5th November 2019 11:25 pm
Bad Influences
The Golden Age Chinese poets
were always drinking too much
always going to sleep in their soup
or falling out of boats
trying to serenade the moon.
They wrote poems with names
like Waking from a Drunken Sleep
Or In Praise of a Little Wine Jug.
Poems that chronicled the simple pleasures
of waking up drunk on a mountaintop
or putting your plans aside
to watch a rain storm.
No doubt...
Saturday 2nd November 2019 6:07 pm
Retirement
The old man in the window seat
is setting quietly to his routine,
folding up the sleeves
of his Oxford shirt inch by inch
until the sun falls across his bare arms
then with just a smile
he signals to the waitress and waits
watching the hushed street
after the morning rush:
a mother with a pram,
a homeless man conferring with his dog,
a few pigeons plucking
...
Saturday 15th June 2019 10:00 am
Love Poem
Despite what they say
the mind is more
reckless than the heart,
ready to climb aboard
any passing distraction,
waving over it’s shoulder at you
as it stands you up at this table
staring vacantly at the waitress
with the red headband
but it could have just as easily been
the old man in the corner
eating chocolate ice cream alone
or for that matter
the dog ...
Tuesday 11th June 2019 10:15 pm
Ant Poem
It wouldn’t surprise me
if some of this number
making their way
past our resting elbows
are beginning to lose faith,
what with summer wind
gusting so wildly
through the long grass,
sounding like a sea
preparing to part itself.
What's to stop one or two
falling behind the rest?
Forsaking the promise
of what may come
to idle away this earthly afternoon
sheltering in the shade
of...
Sunday 9th June 2019 1:42 pm
Cafe Window
How beautiful
to become aware of yourself existing
to wake to the tiny pleasure
of a warm brioche
and cup of coffee, interrupted only
from the paper’s bad news
by the brief commotion of
a woman in yellow
losing her scarf to the breeze,
startling the realisation from you
that such a moment maybe everything;
a quiet cup of coffee
on a breezy morning in spring
...Sunday 2nd June 2019 9:46 am
Development Plan
When my line manager
asks me about my development plan
and where I see myself
in one, three or five years time
I begin to think how in a year
I would like to be painting watercolours
beside a mountain stream
somewhere in the Bavarian Alps
in three years eating cantaloupe
and drinking black coffee
on an early morning
in a European city I don't yet kn...
Saturday 25th May 2019 11:11 pm
This Morning
Watching your turned back disappear
this morning, head stooped
beneath the black omen of your umbrella
ferrying you towards your day,
we parted as though in different streams
of the same dark river,
I began to think about those physicists
who would have us believe
there are infinite versions of ourselves,
going this way and that,
carried like scattered blossom
...
Sunday 12th May 2019 1:28 pm
Monday
There are places colder and darker than this,
right now in Oslo, Reykjavik,
they’re waking too,
presing cold feet to the floor,
pulling on icy underwear,
peering into dim mirrors
to begin the search for their outside selves.
No doubt a few will be sat just as I am
peering light headedly into the gloom
to unpick the world’s
smallest knot from their shoes.
...
Wednesday 8th May 2019 5:17 pm
Someone To Watch Over Me
The future is dark,
our days are numbered,
there will be a last time for everything
given all things are finite
and the news the universe
is expanding eleven percent faster than expected
as if wishing to hasten it's own demise.
Look at everyone on this dark afternoon,
hunched over these little round tables
like mourners at a funeral
for our collective future,
the barmaid staring on th...
Sunday 31st March 2019 10:55 am
December 24th Notebook Pieces
Past 3 O’Clock
Still, the moon like
frost across the bedroom
floor.
-
Tonight
we find the language
we spoke as
children
when our minds
were open
and our hearts
young.
-
We hold hope within us,
like a little house
swelling with light
in the darkness
of a late
December evening.
-
Awake,
listening to the gentle sounds
of those I love
sleeping
nearby.
-
The candle
in...
Monday 24th December 2018 11:34 pm
December 21st
Everything goes
and we bury this thought
within us
walking down the unremarkable pavement
covered in leaves
like a year's worth of paperwork,
to-do lists and
unfinished poems
breathing to heaven as we go
while the buildings peek from clouds
and the winter sun
polishes the world
reminding us beauty can be found at any time
If you can stay clear headed
...
Sunday 16th December 2018 12:23 pm
DO NOT
Do not go mad
do not panic
do not chase after fact and reason
as if such things exist.
There isn't enough time
to be offended by this world.
We only have this moment
slipping from us,
the sun on your bare arms
and newspaper
leaving the table
and coffee
to cross the street
towards the trees
now emptying
of birds.
Thursday 13th December 2018 10:02 pm
WAITRESS
She looks like a milkmaid
in a 17th century Dutch painting
or a tourism poster
from the 20s
Summer in the Alps, perhaps,
tilting the milk jug
with her hair tied back
in a blue shawl
as she serves the
queue of businessmen
eager
for any deviation to the script,
the most casual smile
lighting hope
in that dark place
wherever it is
that men keep it.
Monday 10th December 2018 11:39 pm
Cafe Scene
If someone told you
this was the midpoint of your life
and at a precise moment while you
were lifting your second cup of coffee
to your lips a lever had been thrown
causing the axis of your life to tilt downwards
and an unseen ball to drop and begin
a rattling descent towards the inevitable
what would you do?
Would you embrace this new awareness as freedom?
Perhaps ask the knockout...
Tuesday 24th July 2018 8:30 pm
Fly
Hello there little visitor
how brave of you
to cross this desk to come see me
when I think of your life
even more
fragile than mine
but perhaps this fragility
has allowed you a certain
devil may care spirit
as right now you're
heading up my arm
as easy as someone
going out to buy
the morning paper.
Well when you pause there,
an old man shivering
amongst the poplars,
is it to not...
Wednesday 9th May 2018 5:55 pm
Room
In here is the history of the world,
a wretched depiction of life’s poorest victims.
The deluded moth venturing all night
at the dim window trying to reach the moon.
The spider plucking his web
as the fly drowns in the toilet bowl.
Here is the threshing floor
we teeter across clutching our suitcases,
the butcher shop with
it’s the blood stained alter,
th...
Thursday 5th April 2018 12:18 am
Storm
Death is a little like this,
the way it knocks out the lights
and sends you room to room
blindly searching wardrobes
and turning out draws for
a battery, a torch
or some utility
with which to respond
to this impossible new reality.
While the unthinking part of you
keeps expecting
to flick a switch
and return this house
to some scene, years ago
when it ...
Saturday 31st March 2018 8:04 pm
Maundy Thursday
You let go of mystery,
now without thinking about it
you know ghosts don't exist
and whatever else,
you suppose,
that might bring someone
back from the dead.
Your most enlightened philosophies
turn out the lights
on a dark afternoon
in an empty kitchen
where the shadow of trees
flail like the outstretched
arms of a martyr or saint,
while you sit in a cha...
Friday 30th March 2018 5:10 pm
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