The Cafe Cat

Somewhere in the dark without edges The indicator ticks Radio Four murmuring all the while Grandma's hands are clasped around...

If you cannot meet me halfway  Meet me by the swans  Where our seasons together  Played on the water  From September to Sept...

Contrition, wails your siren song Like a lighthouse sweeping the shadows A beacon of hope for another  In the darkness of empty w...

I sip tea from the mug With your initial on the front That I found at the office Before I knew you And thought I wonder if thi...

(Continued from Moon Faces) There were a dozen moons that night. She counted them from the wheelbarrow as George raced them around th...

Paint flecks on wrists Thermal fabric cloyed on hips Close to your skin These inanimate things That moved with you Alive, pul...

I've known dandy peacocks Strutting, swaggering Blazing brilliantly blue Dancing to conquer Ruffled, enraptured Hens hear...

You make me want to polish furniture Although dust never slighted me  Buffering the smears away  A shine growing brighter With ...

When afternoons were often spent tucked under the blanket with grandma, we would delight in our own ways. She, with aspirin, Cornis...

(Carrying on from Milk Moon ) There were a dozen moons that night. She counted them from the wheelbarrow as George raced them aroun...

You once said  That man would fuck sand If he could As if to abandon responsibility On behalf of mankind  Or illuminate a sic...

(The Space at Clapham Studios, Lavender Hill) I recently had the pleasure of attending a photography workshop run by my brilliant frien...

The gardener pruning for the prize he was told to want, doesn't see the whole garden, but his rose he feeds by day and by night, wi...

The gardener, the sailor, the fiddler  Flash the jester None the truthful man  Yet or ever  Just refraction Illuminating my r...

Photo by  Noah Silliman  on  Unsplash   I used to write a lot about my grandmother but in recent years I've done so less and le...

A season in time These moments of mine Just me At the waking hour

'You do not understand men.'  You scolded me A final statement  A parting blow  'You do not understand men.' ...

I had a dream about you last night In the Carlisle general store Massachusetts  You were the candy bar The cereal Even the to...

(The rapeseed fields, Bilting, Kent)  The light came so quickly after the darkness As if it had never been dark at all Soarin...

Captured by a girl By a woman By a ghost Frame-locked and fixed  To the past And the present  The make believe  And the r...