Category: Writing

The Drought

Perverse drought, powerless, swelling in your barns. Fruit and produce, blight and mildew. And on the land, the cattle fall. Frustration, sworn to soil and dust, the sand …

The Night Watchman

The brothel was cold, but inviting. And the numbness of her panting, was cold, but inviting – Unhappiness and self-pity. And then asleep, her snoring pleasurable, gentle in …

Uncle Patrick

In a dirty, dingy dive, in a dire haze of old memories, I sit with Uncle Patrick; dead quiet as always with a Campari and Soda to soothe …

Swallows

They move and glide in droves outside the passage brothel, through the alleyway, to their mud nests. He watches her floral skirt, twenty minutes – how she lingers …

The Hi-Hat Solo

Foot pedal and cymbals, the beat, the kettle drum, and the girl and the hi-hat solo. Good looking men watch her deliver from the shadows. Are you Jack? …

Broken Homes

It’s not easy avoiding them, on a dark path, in the early morning. Try in vain, the lack of light, but it all ends in tears. Hidden shapes, …

Christmas Day

His nine year old loved the nursery, and climbing treesand her books. History and flowers and trains – And she loved her father. And he thought of her as he buffed …

The Snuff Box

He dressed eccentrically at the most – striped trousers and a top hat bowler. And a long coat and gaudy shirt. His eyeglasses would swing on a chain, …

My waitress Mary

[For Kari Jeppesen] – Johnny Cash on the Jukebox – Walk the Line. In a truck stop with bloodshot eyes, and all-night drivers, and builders in blue jeans …

Photo Albums

The pictures taught him respectability. One of a young Jewish girl, with tattered stripes and the yellow ‘Judenstern’. Another of broken bones and ash cloud plumes above chimney …

Your Last Orbit

Did you just die, I can’t hear you anymore. Frantic, out of control, you buzzed your last while trying to escape, the blinding light that tempts you to …

Too many Options

Finchley Central, my new neighbourhood and a legion of foreign importers remain open for business, a warm Sunday evening after a day in a Camden pub. Fruiterers, bakers, …

The Line Dance

Clothes pegs: in a line, on a line. Little dancing people moving to and fro, backwards and forwards, this way and that. Elegant and charming, graceful in silk …

Escort Services

Amplified soundsfrom a short-circuiting buzzerecho through a quiet hallway; a salvoof bursts ringing outinto the lonely darkness.She’s on time –the primal craving of love and wantracing headlong towards …

Little Bird

[For Kari Jeppesen] – I watched you die, little bird, how you squirmed, the crazy cat plucking you gracefully from your aborted flight, crimson spurting, eyes rolling loosely …

Barton Road

On a Sunday, in the early evening –and I hear this couple, raging on, screaming their heads off,and I’m over six foot and I’m looking through hedgerows, through …

The East End

Stilettos and hard black shoes, clack-clack, they walk the Christmas pavement. City dwellers and workers rushing to the tube, or pubs for warmth and bitters and peanuts in …

Columbus

A calm expanse, the body, broken and still, floating, an immense surface, vast and mighty. No alliance between man and ocean.

The Night Veld

Outside on a spread of lawn, behind the fishpond – Dinner with Grandfather. Tender pepper thighs and a splash of water, a table of reminded wisdom. Pockets of …

Antiquities

Pastel shades, gold and scarlet, splendid in the evening light, the cleanest shades. The room, largely decorative with plumes of grey and black and blue. They called it …

From Zerbst

Across the Russian wastes towards Leningrad and Moscow. Across the flats, the galloping horses thunder on, the Empress pressing with God-Speed from Riga before the snow and fur …

The Steaming Beast

Spring has sprung, and new blossoms burst. Hungered by the lack of fuel, the compost heap beckons from across the garden, angry steam rising from its core of …

Oil on Canvas

My fingers touch dry strokes from a brush on a canvas from last year. So delicately you worked that piece. The landscape – brilliant greens and soft browns, …

The Salty Dog

That beautiful, blue gas, up it a notch and make it hot, let them dance erratically on a cushion of searing oil. Demon capers, pompous anchovies, salty dogs, …

Rafters

Taut line of thin manila, rope creaking, on dusty rafters swinging. In your shame. Forty years of dead weight, then like a pendulum still. It was three days …

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