the cab and the convertible |
a man driving a vintage convertible along the coast roadI knew who it was - he was a journalistonce held hostage somewhere in the middle eastLiving it up now, out for a drive with family this fine Sun...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Apr 2009 05:01:00 GMT |
bad snow |
Outside the window it rainsI remembered yesterday at lunchtime in the car park I made a snowball and threw it at a rock.Now, I think of that handful of powdered ice dustcreaking as I compressed it bet...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Feb 2009 10:36:00 GMT |
the night feeding swan |
I'll tell you the name of the seasonif you remind me to write it downand pin it to the wall behind your headso you can turn around and see it, whenever you forgetI'll change it when it's timeif I reme...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jan 2009 16:09:00 GMT |
paulista avenue |
They approached from opposite directions.At that point where their paths covergedthey both stopped to light a cigarette from a singular flameproduced by one or other - which one I did not see.Within t...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2009 14:06:00 GMT |
loop |
Exchanged pleasantries with a colleague while flames engulfing somethingplayed out on the plasma on the wallBackdrop filler to a terror reportA hotel full of hostages on the other side of the worldand...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Nov 2008 11:39:00 GMT |
the man who saw the sea |
Today, I met a man who had never seen the seaso I told him how to get there.He must have seen it by now - because this is a small island country. Now, it's late and I am thinking, excited -'this was t...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 15:58:00 GMT |
search criteria |
Dreamt of a woman I should love last night and she'd love me back the way I want to She got prettier as time passed, and peace deepened about her - she lived in America for a time and then came back...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Sep 2008 01:58:00 GMT |
birmingham, summer 1994 |
She adjusted the height of the stoolwith each turn higher it screeched and raspedand all that could be seen were hands, wrists, watch, skirt, legs, shoes -her top half obscured by the photo ...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Oct 2008 17:07:00 GMT |
the unattended briefcase |
Arrived at Clapham Junction about an hour early - 8:10amSat down with a slow coffee, took the lid off and sippedI saw a woman fixing her hair by a pale reflection in the windowI noticed the room and w...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Oct 2008 11:40:00 GMT |
the hard fact |
I was three weeks behind with the news, having been awayOver at b & c's house Sunday night they told me. We tried a beer to soften our minds and it left us swimmingAfter, we watched a comedy and I lau...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 15:58:00 GMT |
