Monthly Archives: April 2019


trace the sadness. underlying


thin paper.

draw the line.

know that all things are happening

to other peoples.

live the theme.

a project which deems that all the work

has a sadness.


some moths stay quiet

.the fire.

were you sent to tell me i am good

to hold my shoulders?

meanwhile the fire burns

up the road

near by

where you live

later she was sick in the road

brown and nasty

crouched down and crying

we called her darling

yet could not help her

the fire smouldered up the road

across the hill

.time travel.

i think i may like to travel to small places,

old and full of history. deep aged fabrics

stained with the words of time. to touch.


regrets come free.

free as rain on my face

to wash through to take it all away; better that way.

into rivers below.

one time in tidal flood

water came down muddy & high took the cattle away

blocked the bridge; we ran to see still in our pyjamas.

the boy came running to say the debris from the upper village

was on the way

to stand back.

we did


saw the water behind us.

retreated high up along the wall.

we named it the great storm & never remember the year.

some things are better swept away.


once upon a time…

only once?

she asked

yes once was enough & there is hope it will not be repeated over

the evil of it all

which time?

i am sure you remember…

prayers are spoken each hour

the bell rings

once upon a time..

only once?

she asked

no, it happens all the time when folk are kind all the time

it comes in layers like a trifle pudding

yet more important than a mere dessert

prayers were spoken each hour

the bell rang

once upon a time


real jewellery

does not go down.

any more.

everyone wears

this stuff.

they have it in

oxford too,

and have you

got a pound