as eyes seize it
summer rain
the inside of the door
streaming
what happened to
the eternal question asks
chrysalis shell
somewhere
in the infinity of chance
everything matters
morning
a fox cub
fast
flowers
genuflecting
drizzle
two candles
the bell tolled the hour
one burnt out
she wrapped the warp with the weave of a life unopened
on the hot bench
the memorial plaque burnt my back
i remembered
human remains found
what had left was never found
dogma discovered
world war memory
an ancient tank on the green
it’s gone now
secondhand
a book of many snows
long ago
thick book
thin pages
many poems
just when you realise there is nothing it ends
in the drizzle
the bottle brush flares
searing the day
marinas
their offshore bank accounts
are safely moored
a poet
looking for the last word
finds the first one
portrait gallery
face of the unknown sitter
a curtained mirror
ruined
from the derelict rice store
the stars spill
beside my poem
a snail spends its day
fast asleep
show me so that i may see
walking past
king’s road queen’s road
and a castle
hospice
dare i start a new book
same old story
look ~ outside the church
a yellow defibrillator
dew
on a cobweb
dream catcher
float fishing
with a poem for bait
still waters
it just happens
that we make up the stories
to explain it
the beach boys
high tide of nostalgia
in full flow
phishing call
i hang up with a smug smile
the machine doesn’t care
seaside
always the one big house
up above us all
retrospective
how dead words come alive
anon anon
torrential rain
in the street of no footfall
thoughts run wild
submersible
the tip of the iceberg
of our anxiety
lost in the depths
reading the poets
finds his space
subliminal
the tip of an iceberg
global anxiety
a clever dick
collected a few limp aphorisms
then he died
your dad
was every thing you are not
yet you are a dad
the affluence of the effluent is the elephant in the room
good news
the bird that hit the window
flew away
all alone
with the monotonous voice
of a fan
in a deprived area
there’s a road called paradise
angels rush in
sunlight
catching a single flower
the cat comes in
behind the badge
there is another badge
asking is this me
hayd feeber
mis-hearing the weatherman
sickening clouds
over-abstraction
clichés buy one get one free
self-checkout
outside the prison
all the recycling bags
are torn
the clichés are burning
but it’s all OK ?????
hit like an express train
tumbleweed
remember
if you ever need a temple
you are one
a child
catching grasshoppers
pulls their legs off
high tea
a hoverfly holds my gaze
around the cake stand
obdurate
the cat is siting
where the brush goes
breakfast tea
opening a summer window
to let a bee out
sun shower
at the bus stop a rainbow
of coloured scarves
hot day
an air ambulance flies over
the cat rolls over
a fly comes in
goes out
the tweet
that was retweeted
is not the tweet
the cat goes out
poses in the morning sun
then comes back in
there are times
when we just sit together
waiting
the sage is pruned
ten thousand whiteflies
search for a new home
sometimes
there is no way in or out
it just is art
fledgelings
their very first rain shower
juicy worms
sunshine
across the channel
a fog horn
tendril is the night
for the depopulation of assumption
has eaten the sky
then i discovered
there was nothing new to know
many years had passed
ants in the yard
dead flies on the wooden floor
the drought continues
delayed arrival
the flashing blue lights on a
contraceptive machine
summer day
five tanks in a convoy
transport my thoughts
the rubbish cart
reverses up the silence
speaking welsh
making a list
of all the fates of the earth
such a long list
pruning tomatoes
on a glasshouse morning
in june
a fly
visits a flower
i walk past
many mirrors
deep in the garden’s darkness
a thousand dawns
the chairs
where no one sits
aging quietly
why is my shadow black
when all my thoughts are coloured
by your presence
the bus
on battersea bridge
forever returning
purrp purrp
many sparrows arrive
in the plum tree
the little bud
does not know
that leaves fall
turning over
between the covers
sweet dreams
my child discovers
her secret garden
the cat i belong to
drinks from the red watering can
in the greenhouse
summer
street dinning
in bristol
june morning
ten thousand violas
turn to face the sun
on a cat cushion morning in june
bloody fool
running up the hill
i fell over