storm beach

as the tide retreats

the moonstones chatter

springtime

has the frogspawn arrived

let’s go and look

so many palaces

that yesteryear has ruined

human nature

the cat unfurling 

along with the log fire ash

snow accumulates

‪global warming‬
‪the oscillation of seasons‬
‪you might get it‬
‪but then again you might not‬
‪it all depends on the mood‬ it’s in

wind screen wipe ears

the metronome of slices

black sleet

‪regale‬
‪the caught breath of wind in grass‬
‪playing the fool‬

sunshine

after a cold swim

red skin

king rat

soaring with the eagle

sunset claws

calm pool
i throw a stone
into the sky

jigsaw 
at last the peace of mind
that was missing

the wind has lost it

turning things over and over

it keeps on searching 

hammering a nail

thoughts falling into place

temples of the mind

dawn

a bird crosses the sun

the wall jumps

global warming

all the red pens are sold out

and we get the blues

black sky

freezing white surf

reincarnation 

snow and mountains

reflecting upon a reflection

do i exist

‪snow‬
‪a blizzard of pictures‬
‪settles it‬

‪dead right‬
‪knew that one day i would be
‪a prophet‬

reading haiku

nothing else i write

matters more

holocaust ‬virus

‪ashamed to be human‬

‪no one is immune ‬

hail morning - well wet - sun sleet sea

spider 

walking the art gallery

eyes everywhere 

my hand on the cat

her tail tells me everything 

i don’t know

the knife

sharpening a pencil

writes

broken line

two sides of a thought

rippling 

face masks

frowns go viral

smiles not

widening ripples-

a heron’s reflection

becomes a snake

leaving the sea

my knees are blue

my mind is not

seeing the stream

i throw a stone

into the sky

adolescence 

adrift upon the music

of a late night

‪buried dingle deep ‬
‪a pebble in a brook‬
‪dancing sunbeams‬

a gravestone

another gravestone

not talking

soft music

hypnotic log fire

pussy cat

you are feeling sleepy

i am feeling sleepy

winter

cobwebs on the propeller 

spring tide

misty morning 

a shiny hearse passes

no coughing

fog

taking my urine to clinic

cloudy frown

PS: not really mine 

whore frost

her siren heart of stone

false spring

another thread

brushed from life’s overcoat

heavy snow again

this mortuary mist

dragging upon the cellared trees

in cobwebbed down

smiling

for the camera

obituary 

turned down

like the corner of a page

ticked off

beer can

rolling down the street

spilling the wind

listen

january is so cold

midnight moon

ashes glow

haydn fades away 

good night

snow

the white picket fence

turns grey

i gave her

my haiku pebbles

sea stole my heart

‪no one laughed when the comedian died‬

stone epitaphs

my tomb is bigger than yours

all are dead

the snail
ate the rejection letter
thickening its shell

dawn is urging

a new moon through still trees

the yard turns to gold

the whore frost

bites the hands that caress

and is gone

autumn’s tears

upon a shroud

of cherry kisses 

map of tears

on life’s cold lonely pillow

a volcano stirs

flood tide

the river overflows

my held breath

‪this cleft of heaven ‬
‪holding half winter half spring ‬
‪on frosty sun wolds ‬

a question

questioning the answer

to a question

winter bites at

the bottom of my rice bowl

only tears

shadows

running across the tracks

into sidings 

illegitimate 

the sea a real bastard

thought

snow

just clinging on

my village 

last night

oh yes i slept on the moon

you wish

it’s all light

as dawn’s room slowly warms

the ink dries

‪always the bleeding ‬
‪along the sea’s vast travail‬
‪until the moon runs‬

leaves

falling for a photo

of autumn

could i order

a dew starter

dressed with a breeze of bees

and bluebell fountains

sunset periwinkles 

fried in an indigo sauce

over a tiara horizon 

a full-bodied blue moon

warm cream in sundown skies

a whispered i love you 

across clotted time

a glass of you are mine wine 

all entwined in treacle eyes 

trees ghosting into

the paleness the nothing

of frost’s breath

when the earth burns

will the moon laugh or cry

we’ll never know

driptych

silence

the perturbations of self

laid low

fiction

walking down the alley

of the heart’s fire

smoothing the cat

slower and slower until

her tail sleeps

then there is a line

startled you are hooked

baited by the light

errant sky

erasing snow’s footprints

lost at last 

all at sea

the sparkle in my eye

this salty cheek

when

my cat is considering

me

i consider myself

to be an idiot 

if you ask the storm

why are the walls weeping

it will lie to you

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gale faced

chest first into the waves

take that

‪sea swimmers‬
‪feel and fear the currents‬
‪in the tides of life‬

skate marks 

upon the ice of life

deep fish

haiku

post-it notes 

with superglue

a poet’s lifespan

already overdue

i close my book

all the poets

in the secondhand book store

shelved A to Z

where is my shrine

in this busy busy world

where no time shrines

the sea is just there 

there is no reason why

the sea is just there 

jargon
tumbrels of clichés
blindfolded 

charity shop

all the poets in the alphabet

c for cheap 

plink plink plink

an afternoon of rain

plink plink plink

climbing 

a mountain on quicksand

poetry

after the storm

the uplifting silence 

of blue

moonshine

over the ice pool

tears of joy

long tailed tits

tickling the sunshine in

the corkscrew hazel

upon a sunbeam

the cat and i and haydn 

seek

january 

listening to haydn 

the cat and i 

double yellow lines

suburban anarchy

the bastards

10 o’clock squint

the sun breaks through

ahh january 

the old songs

i drift back to my childhood

and beyond 

poet’s hermitage

pilgrims looking for clues

are clueless 

pebble faces

people i have never met

on this storm beach

pebbles with faces

upon a storm beach rolling 

in conversation 

excoriating 

the sea reclaims the fossils

pebbles become sand

on a mountain top

the night beneath the moon

enshrined

restless owl

why do you ask how how

now you know how

this mist this shroud

upon the wind’s last sigh

slips the mountainside 

in the sea’s requiem

whispered in the roaring surf

a mind can drown 

the words

as slippery as an eel

plop

dawn

pouring slowly -

now what

dawn

slowly colouring up

to the north wind

dawn

bare trees cracking up

the sky’s altar

dreaming 
i was dreaming 
in a dream

microbiome 

their teeny weeny bubbles

form a giant’s fart

noon day moon

gulls hang on the west wind

over the lighthouse

kitten

black fur and pink paws

playing asleep

clandestine

this false spring in winter

a pilot light

in the dead of night

candle burning in the dark

but its wick is short

knowing

in the glow of a log fire

the cat stands

‪sailboat dreams tethered‬
‪to the quaysides of the heart‬
‪trade winds of desire‬

all the world is in my head

and when i’m dead

it won’t be

new year plans

on the backest back burner

hope is simmering 

the wren

busy pecking at nothing

sees everything 

new year

the wren as busy as ever

gone in an instant

calendars burning

dateless days of destiny

ash upon the sea

new year - it’s like

snow falling on melting snow

all in the mind

new year 

a kink on a sliding scale

misrule of thumb

new year

the same old moon forgets

its passing