First Book !

Hi, Just about to start my first chapbook, busy editing/polishing around 15 poems penned on a recent trip to Fethiye in Turkey

Mulling over several titles

Clouded sun, Spilt drinks, Mosquito bites, Chipped glasses

as you can see its not going to be a straight forward ' Fun in the sun' fare

Will keep you posted !

Spring

Sweet air chilled
like a summers drink,
casting slanting sunlit
shadows long.
Slowly sinking
in sharpened air,
a full on throaty
black birds song.

Thoughts

"Favourite poet,that's easy, its Philip Larkin"

Wish i could have met him

I've heard him read some of his work, on you tube

fascinating

depth,gravity coarseness, vulgarity,humour, wit,charm,feeling,lonely,funny

all in one Stanza

such absences !

coming soon !

Soon to be published in -

Down in the Dirt magazine- "Poppy" & "Distances"

Mudfish- "Absurd"

Absences

Your candles

flickering low,

families gathering

whispering

 in back rooms,

tuning out, you are like

an old analogue radio.

Words drowned in the

howling gale,

 jigsaw pieces

no longer fitting,

memories mix with reality

frustrations turn together,

at the interface

love and anger collide,

showering rainfalls

of tears,

for what you once was.

Bone and dust

Bone and dust

Talacre

Where the sky sits so low,

pressing down on my

emotions, allowing the slow

waves to break beyond my

eyeline

A cliff edge of vertigo

where the sky sits so low

my eyes burning into

the lighthouse, below

everything

crumples into sand,

 a cliff edge of vertigo

spins my senses, and

i see only yellow,

everywhere.

Christmas

Like so many fallen needles from the pine,
each year, a little less spirit remains
on the now sparse branches.
Children grow away, and old uns wither and die,
and with them a small piece of me, still
longing for that first festive special tree,
and those feelings inside.