as eyes seize it
modern life
if you don’t like the shit
stop eating
am the deafness
in the mirror image
of my dad
and to think that it is
designed for procreation
seems such a waste
synchronisation
of thought with one thing in mind
tomorrow today
only by falling
a waterfall from great height
do we see rainbows
many tiny drops
make an ocean of despair
break like the waters
in the welsh chapel’s
sad overgrown graveyard
japanese knotweed
in this morning sky
there are black clouds and white clouds
which one will win out
the quick link to the
poetry of the people
opens a paywall
the light is still there
in the eyes is the faces
now lined with age
stirring my coffee
the cat calls for her cream
it’s a ritual
wren in the corkscrew
bouncing like a bingo ball
top of the shop
high summer
moored on the chimney pots
a yacht
hollow cuckoo
that island in the marsh
i don’t believe you
behind the fig tree
the fence has turned white
i will paint it
ten thousand prayers
and not one has been answered
except by pain
hotel room
ten thousand souls
have left nothing
cherry blossoms
red hat
the nursing home
the upholstery cleaner arrives
memories erased
take me a photo
i do not want to be in it
if i like it
i will step into it
and meet you there
it’s early summer
there’s a fly on Buddha’s nose
speaking in shadows
silence is the fare of an open mind
lady with dementia
gave me a house plant cutting
transplanted thoughts
the retorts of instant rapport
the great plains
at the end of a hot wind
three white clouds
plum blossoms
always too early
cold wind
it’s always sparrows
never birds of paradise
when the sun come up
i am moving the
trees and clouds are moving
moonlight’s company
grey is the dust
that occludes the sun
lunacy in guilt
eternal life
apply now
save 10%
the darkness
of an eclipse
i have never seen
it’s getting darker
there’s jam on the chequered tablecloth
it’s raining on the wood pigeon
early morning
three seagulls on a roof
light rain
a drip forms
and then another