Lost in Translation

I’m sitting in this installation by a Japanese woman well I think that’s the idea anyway and if looks could kill I’d stare at something, anything as I’ve now got an hour to waste with no pen although I do have a spare hand to write on I have an internal moment about being an … Continue reading Lost in Translation

Rear View

They wait patiently at the lights red like their tired skin blue from the odd troublesome vein Hunched over he has a concentrated stare far into the distance occasionally at her with a slight curl of the lip She grips her bag resting on her new hip like the rest of her life depends on … Continue reading Rear View

Depth Perception

She said he was shallowand that their love was as thin as the nonsense about supermodels and footballers that he obsessed about in the daily tabloidsThat he had failed to seethe possibilitiesof last chanceshe had not yet takenHe said that he once felt loveas deep as idle thoughtsat the bottom of the oceanand a lack … Continue reading Depth Perception


Hypnotised  by the teasing flames  dancing  their own little opera Staring at the heat enveloping all that we are as stars above sparkle in the clear black night The odd one falls to earth satellite pollution maybe thanks man Delightful place to be alive defying gravity from twelve thousand miles away from where it all … Continue reading Ruby

Your Shout

I once wrote a poem that I'm fairly sure nobody read Someone will, I'm sure after I'm dead and gone to a place where no one knows about anything at all regarding the need, the desire to share our thoughts with that one of a kind hearted soul I could of course, instead have shouted … Continue reading Your Shout

Take Cover

Give it your best shot go on do it you know you want to Just hold it steady go on no shaking now I know you're nervous of course you are but what's to lose ? No one knows we are here it's just you and me and the silence in monochrome The click in … Continue reading Take Cover


A little Asian girl smoking a cigarette on a swing at this time of the morning instead of being on time for school. An old man from South London been here 50 years. Not the bus stop although it feels like it. He's never worn gloves in this town, you know not cold enough unless … Continue reading Swing

Laughing Matters

Said she had no sense of humour Thought she was joking ironic Certainly got bored as my shirts creased up Meet you here, there, everywhere Just never in the place I wait impatiently like we've arranged to break in to the asylum through the front door Just one more trouble is they're not cornettos at … Continue reading Laughing Matters

Having a Ball

Good morning morning, morning All the innocence of the very young echoing around the steps as I see through the trees that I've not yet missed the bus Cinderella scrapes her knee and ponders whether that is worse than losing a shoe in front of a crowd Bus comes, eventually as she waves away her … Continue reading Having a Ball