Category Archives: Poetry

Signal Strength

If they move to a different

part of the flat

the signal strength

improves.

The download speeds

get better

and so does the

streaming.

Talking gets easier.

It also improves

when they move

away from the

mirror.

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The Present Moment

He had written this
Poem
Many times before
The one about the
Present moment
And the memory fakes

The need to look through
Confusion
To see it for what it is
A chance
To do anything
Anything at all

Like an abandoned shopping trolley in the breeze

Like an abandoned shopping trolley in the breeze

He moves back and forth on the bench

Shuffling his notes around

Waiting to speak

The time doesn’t arrive

He moves back and forth on the bench

The Mower

Under a clear azure sky

The lawn is kept in shape

Like so many other mowers up and down the land

Uniform headphones protect the ears

Cap and glasses from the orange sun

The work is set

*

I hear the whirring of activity every afternoon

There is always more grass to cut down

More growth to dominate

Our advancement shapes the earth

And challenges the natural fit

How long will the work go on for?

Australia!

As of nearly 2 weeks ago, I am a resident of Sydney, Australia. There is a lot to write about and explore, but for now, here is the first of many responses to this new life…

 

From over and out to under and around, the day seemed clear enough

We’d pack all our things and depart on the wings 

And go from there to here.

Australia chimes through as melody

A loud enough blast of intensity and colour 

The shine directed with no hidden extras

Everything in shot and strictly in focus.

The smell of the lotion mixes with the sea spray 

The early morning birdcall sounds out an age-old greeting :

The sun, the sun – the giver of life!

Ink Sweat and Tears

I am featured over at Ink Sweat and Tears poetry webzine today.

The poem is The Paperboy Whose Mind and Paper Round Expanded.

It will tell you a bit about growing up and suburban paper round routes.

Points of Convergence

A new musical/poetry project Points of Convergence

Soho Square

Soho people meet and greet
The Square a hub and a hive
Alive with chat about the day
And plans for the night

Laughter and study
Smoking and snacks
Punctuated by stray
Table Tennis balls
Flying at random
Whenever a player
Misses the point

Pigeons wander
Pecking at fag butts
Hoping for treats
The mood is relaxed
Another day over
An evening begun

Folded

Folding arms
In wait of an unexpected unwant
Form and context
Leaves them in struggle
How to portray the thoughts
That appear unbidden
Without giving away
Every last detail of misgiving?

A dog barks somewhere
And a hand is raised
The game play changes
But the rules remain
Arms become outstretched

outside/inside/start/end

the end is the start
the start is the end
this is a straight line
but watch how it bends

i look
i see
an explosion of red and black
just outside my window
i do not know if i am looking
outside
or inside

the end is the start
the start is the end
this is a straight line
but watch how it bends