Sunday, 8 December 2019

the field

the field 

‪lying there‬
‪feet to the stream‬
‪fingers touching‬
‪under the blue‬
‪kissing grasses‬

Saturday, 7 December 2019



is it big
is it small
is it simply
nothing at all

Jim’s World

At the end of December - 15 years of daily photographs - Jim’s World

drawn in

drawn in

dawn over the wind farm

beating the clouds 

beyond the solar panels

the sea 

generates a sigh

will they awaken before the big sleep

will they ever see the light


every scream is carbon dioxide


gas from the cycle of life

much maligned and overpopulated 

in our lament

for us

Friday, 6 December 2019

dare i say

dare i say

the failure took courage 
to get out of there

where what was an escape
was in fact a prison

breaking chains is hard
bloody hard

at the time there were chains everywhere
buried by rusty chains
wet rust cold rust

panic buried under a mountain of chains
forever it seems
climbing those chains with the spider racing

then there was the ‘fuck you’ side
of the fool’s gold 

in the way of the child kicking back 
against the man

the open open openness 
that they kicked against in fear of the lightness
of touch that they thought concealed a fist

the river that slowly bore the raft of time
over cataracts to the fall

a river that ran uphill - for god’s sake
to make the fall the tallest of them all
and on and on and up and up

the gold tarnished as gold should not
the rings turned into chains
the fool’s gold said fool

the box had no windows
the sides closed in
drowning in tears 
banging against the sides with fists of wool

smothering in the blindness of others
screaming at the deaf
running down the up escalator 
into the valley of the mountain


the crash to the core of a world
of indifference in their ignorance

suspended animation 
catatonic panting low

the milestones on the mountain road
are counted in wretched breaths

the blind nails of the climb
hand over bloody fist over bloody time

and now

the view from the summit over the clouds
the joy to be above the fear
oh yes yes
and yet the long thin thread leads
back there

for there is no further up
is there
only down
and yet the sunshine is as bright as life

quiet now
i’ll wait here for
ever to arrive

Wednesday, 4 December 2019

after dawn

after dawn

of all the genes and memes in the 
goldfish bowl that is this world
how extraordinary the infinity of mind
given life by the atoms of the universe
the limit of which we cannot see
while imagination’s candles are
crying in every corner of my mind
and then the sun shines
upon my countenance 
and i think
well ...

how silly

how silly
looking for
precious time
on the barometer 
i found 
time’s pressure
on the clock
of depression