Monthly Archives: January 2019


*to be spoken in clear voice…

*to be spoken in clear voice…

howard rose profoundly swearing ; his end perforated with a rose thorn from the thicket
his friends found his behaviour boring, wondering what he had been boring down there in the hedge
howard removed his suit to apply the ointment to his wound, yet it did not suit his skin.
he felt inclined to seek help for this affliction, got up to quickly and fell down the incline.
‘darn it’ he yelled,’ now i have ripped my trousiers and do not know how to darn and mend them’
so he hid in the shed where he shed all his garments and bared his soul. tada!


i need to tell you something

i needed to tell you sometime ago


i hesitate again

look down

regret my first sentence


maybe will say it some other time


.red ribbons.

it was the bow that done it

confusing the issue

& the hair

gender equation

his tongue sprang out pink

his knees buckled

embarrassed by the tag

labelled annie

while all the while

he felt like a boy

these things / these things

yet when recovered stood proudly before us ears

pricked high

while the man laid the fire

taste the ash

there it is, underneath.

old black book,

word and image,

i made of you.


only realistically,

i suppose you are not, but

that is what we call you.

the black book is found,

will be shown around.

funny thing is, i talk like a sketch book now.


you ask for a fantasy ,a challenge.

there is a house full of ideas, statements,

a house of dreams and nightmares.

i find it is your birthday today.

i have no zoom burst,
only this dodgy insect,
light and sound, is

pretty, i always
do my photo a day.

my htc wildfire
does not zoom,
tho once or twice,
has burst.

deleting his texts.

cold snap.

.big surprises.

.the drawing room.

slightly astonished at him using the word foreigners

he was surprised she was from finland ‘of all places’. spoke to her loudly


near as if she was deaf. she spoke another language


she spoke english.

a country gentleman indeed. surprised they came packaged this way

the exterior smart

the interior needs changing.

.the coffee shop.

they were trucked to siberia before the war, were starved


the british government moved them to africa ; brought them to

wales as the war ended


a polish village

over coffee she mentioned that although her family were safe

she felt that

‘we’ should not allow any more

refugees in over


i am still

sadly surprised

the kitchen

whilst peeling the apple the radio plays

an interview with a wind rush lady

who also regrets our friends who come

here for better ways

saying they do not integrate these days

like she did

i will forever remain surprised

.fail in the cold.

the days of heaven gold

are coming to its end.

are we the children

of the fall, those of us

who dance in the leaves,

who fail in the cold or the

brashness of summer


read about the courage of others,

about the closing of doors,

against the rain and the wind


read about the loss of brothers,

about the moving of house

escaping pain,and remember

these golden days of autumn.



read about the perfection

that never is, the quality that fades

in time, with crosses,

people’s minds.

read about the rain in the cwm,

that blinds and blinds,

and loses paths and footings


read about the days

in the old house

the days that are, and were,

and may come with dreams,

and fortitude.

read about it all, and i ask,

why do you read



**( words and uncertainty)

i am a painter and decorator

with colour and words

the confectioner,

i like sweets, jelly rings.

i shall measure uncertainty, probably