this halloween 

i see for the first time

that evil abounds  

halloween 

as the sun rises

the sky darkens 

 when leaves snow

too many to count or catch

we spin the giving up

all our worries compost here

where spring’s bluebells grow

 torrential rain

alexa volume up

she can’t hear me

 whatever

the sea zen

swim

 there is

nothing i can say

is there

 a single beach 

has as many moods

as i do

without truth

they wear funny clothes 

to deceive you 

 the boys of autumn

rid of the smell of smoke

tucked up in their beds

 nowhere

is full of nothing 

waiting for you

 i’m stopping here

with my back to the future

the shadow has past 

 a tumbrel 

is just a charabanc

until you arrive 

 after the harvest

we grind the flour of today 

to plan tomorrow 

 meet me

at the event horizon

stephen

 the light rain

that was going to stop

just got heavier 

 corpus callosum

between the hemispheres

a bridge of sighs

 maybe today

maybe tomorrow 

maybe never

 aye

next year we will

plant again

 heavy rain 

my glucose meter plays up

sweet jesus 

 the museum

is itself a museum

dad said 

it was so long ago

he has a case now

 hot day

two cats in the shade 

refuse 

 variations on a theme

of filling the dishwasher 

by nagging renee 

 in the news

searching for survivors

and extraterrestrial life

 seemingly

in the morning sunshine

swimmingly

 a poet

will close an old man’s eyes

and open a child’s

 pruning the herbs

the smells of a braised summer

autumn mists 

 a stray thought

haven’t i walked this way before

i have this feeling

 searching

under every stone

for the lost words

 a cat

comes and goes around 

to the same place

 autumn

shaking the spider

from the broom

global warming 

turning the graph upside down

my frown becomes a smile

😟🙂

 

 rejection

it is not an anagram

try as i will

i submit to the reality

of an adverse opinion

 black table

black candles

red shadows

 rejection

it is not an anagram

try as i will

i submit to the reality

of an adverse opinion

 yes

tomorrow we must

yes tomorrow 

oncology 

i can’t give you a kiss

i’m radioactive 

 rocks

improve the point of

a lighthouse 

 street view 

the deceased man

still gardening

 autumn

and then we remember

snow berries

 palm reading

holding hands at the bedside

lifelines

 reading

she wrote i read

i did

shsss

in the distance

heron!

 rail and road 

above the sleeping town

the sound of the sea

 october 1st

ten thousand doggy dumpers

on langland beach

 october 

in the corner of every window

a sleeping snail