I Thumbed The Road To Wigan Pier

1 The frame is glazed with October  hugging brick and black mackintosh,  anvil noise, pedestrian crush.  2  Train-bent, late and suddenly lost,  I search my face for tell tale signs.  Pulp paperback roof for my head.  3  With pockets of galleon moths  a jam jar collection of copper  I thumbed The Road To Wigan Pier.  … Continue reading I Thumbed The Road To Wigan Pier

Stippling. #Gleam – Journal of The Cadralor.

Many thanks to Lori and the editorial team at Gleam: Journal of the Cadralor for deciding to publish my Cadralor in their latest issue (iv). The form is relatively new to me and appealed at once because of its visual qualities. There is a filmic sense to Cadralor poetry that fits well with the way … Continue reading Stippling. #Gleam – Journal of The Cadralor.

The Kiss.

He woke beneath a kitchen table. Scattered crumbs rose like far-off prairie mountains on the tiles. Through a slice of window he could see a deep crusted snow, shining on a rooftop. The sky held more snow. He was wearing someone else's jumper. Heavy, handwoven, Hebridian: blue with a daisy motif. He stared at the … Continue reading The Kiss.