the deaf poet
simmers a soup of leftovers whilst he searches for the right paper without lines without margins he settles down to scratch his creative itch with a yellowing finger he hesitates at the edge scrawling barren furrows in turquoise ink he loses a knife to the floor adding salt he shuffles cooling his soup in the […]
If feet could smell
From inside their socks all laced up in plastic the smell of your body appears olfactively bad, from the odour of dimples to the hum of the shins a repulsive reminder of restaurant bins. Every pore, every sweat gland, harbours a smell. If your feet could start talking you might hear them yell “Clean up […]
A view of washing
maybe something that is written about (I don’t know) but something that is mundane – very late – but I bumped into Val yesterday in Tesco’s car park and I have challenged her to post in the next couple of weeks – so here goes ….. God sat down in his conservatory and noticed […]
His young mistress
His young mistress He went down for the last time. She can’t help smiling through her tears at that thought, on hearing his wife found him stretched out at the bottom of his beloved garden after a fatal heart attack, his face buried in luxuriant undergrowth.
ALL THE WAY BACK
if you when window shopping tap the plateglass with the corner of your specs your head jerks back ~ a billion snail horn years recoil . react . recall retract touch was the first it felt the light . it felt the lack of sight need seeded it . to differentiate to pucker up locate […]
TOUCH
TOUCH touch a poem coming as you window shop touch ~ the tiniest tap ~ the corner of your specs against the plateglass and your head jerks back ~ a billion snailhorn years recoil react recall retract touch was the first it felt the light . […]
Bike
Moss has grown over tyres that used to skitter down the lane. I see her in my minds eye, each hand a robin’s claw mouth-wide screams and legs wide as an eagles stretch. Grass and hyacinths stride through the twisted frame. Flakes of proud red manifest images of bubbling lips, surging with the joy of […]
May, June, July Challenges all in one!
So here’s your starter for three: Let’s call this one July Challenge 1: Here’s a poem by Jackie Kay (after clicking on it you’ll find it in your ‘Download’ folder – I hope. Never tried this method before): Muse, Jackie Kay July Challenge 1 is to draft a poem using one of the five senses in […]
Magic Realism
Magic Realism The curtains close, the show is over. Disappeared, in a puff of smoke. A neat trick, but can he bring her back to take a bow? He stands there in his robes, ancient book of spells clutched to his heart. With beatific smile he assures us that we shall meet her again. Filing […]
“Since writing on toilet walls is neither done for personal acclaim or financial reward it is therefore truly an art. Discuss.”
where once a bison paused pursued by warriors wielding flint-headed weapons now the hand of man hovers in pink Marigolds armed with microfibre squares of non-toxic pine-scented detergent