Monday, 14 April 2014

wheeling ducks—
an old boy punts
his boat named Joy

Sunday, 13 April 2014

their smiles...
song of the splendid sunbird
all round the birdhouse

Saturday, 12 April 2014

a blackbird sings
from the towpath garlic—
single scullers

Friday, 11 April 2014

Quiet House

The beechwood radiogram was plugged in here:
it held my mother’s clutch of records, from before
their April wedding –  ‘Blow the Wind Southerly’,
Nat King Cole, the South Pacific original cast recording;
among Dad’s hundreds, all bought afterwards –
James Last and His Orchestra, Bert Kaempfert,
Benny Hill, Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass...

Notwithstanding the catch of the stylus in the groove,
and the warp and jump and scratch, I played
the b-sides of coloured-vinyl singles at every speed:
45 and 33; at 78, all punked-up head-rush;
at 16, the sluggishness of ogres slurring
‘Moribund the Burgermeister’.

In this emptied room, without carpet or curtains,
the first March sunshine overwhelms.
But the pitch of two voices, movers-out
or movers-in, is frost-white; as brisk as the wind
that winter surrenders to spring.

Thursday, 10 April 2014

Presence 50

In Martin's absence, Ian Storr and I have amended the submission details for Presence 50: subscribers are requested to make their email submissions, until Martin returns, to either Ian or me, but not both. And if you have already had work accepted by Martin, we would be grateful if you could forward Martin’s email reply to either one of us, but, again, not both. Thanks very much.
last magnolia blooms
the tennis coach demonstrates
how to do backhand

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

all over the funfair trucks spring morning light