Saturday, 3 December 2016

Haibun Today

I have another haibun over at Haibun Today.

Friday, 2 December 2016

around and down
the deodar cedar:
headfirst squirrels

Thursday, 1 December 2016

frosty holly
a rummage of woodpigeons
within the ivy

Sunday, 27 November 2016

filthy skies
the asychronicity
of windmills in a field

Friday, 25 November 2016

Cologne Nose

When you said ‘Canary’,
I asked ‘What is?’, because
I thought you meant fuckin’ hairy,
but what you actually meant was
we’d got to Canary Wharf
so it was time to get off.

And when you said ‘Kinell’,
I blurted out ‘What now?!’
cos I thought you meant fuckin’ hell,
but somehow you thought I’d asked you
what you read for mental health—
and you meant Galway himself.

Sunday, 20 November 2016

Butcher's Dog 8 launch

I'll be reading at Westminster Reference Library, 35 St. Martin's Street, London, WC2H 7HP, 6–8pm on 8 December as part of the launch for Butcher's Dog issue #8.

Saturday, 19 November 2016

booming jazz–funk—
on crazy paving, a geezer
soaps his Beamer

Thursday, 17 November 2016

yellow morning . . .
the pub changed back
to its original name

Friday, 11 November 2016

Magma #66 launch this evening

It turns out that I'm supposed to be reading at the Magma launch this evening, at the London Review of Books Shop, in Bury Place, of #66, the comedy issue. If anyone's going, please say hello.

Thursday, 10 November 2016

indigo dusk
the moon gearing up
to be super

Monday, 7 November 2016

autumn wind
the ballet of buses
exiting a roundabout

Monday, 31 October 2016

A Delegation from the Shires Petitions the Parliamentary Under Secretary

Once the whizzkid civil servants have faffed
about and the Minister’s fully briefed
as to whom he’s meeting today and why,
the county councillors only have time—
less than fifteen enervating minutes—
to put across, with verve, three killer points,
like Ruritanian ambassadors 
at Court, eager to ferret out favours.
First, they must permit him to perorate,
as if his remit is to educate
yokel politicians in Whitehall ways.
After, they opine that they made their case
rather well; discerning, from a phrase he
used, a pledge of dosh. Now they wait and see.

Sunday, 30 October 2016

a white sky cramps
the hillside allotments
scrape of a saw

Thursday, 27 October 2016

westerly warmth . . .
the cat's slow stretch assumes
a scratch of claws