Saturday, 1 October 2016

Double Kissing the Pink

Amid an infectious hubbub of Malay, we catch
untranslatable parlance in the occasional snatch:
‘a pot to nothing’; even, swears Col, ‘screwback’.

We’re on our usual of the twelve tables at the Blackball,
where the boss and his overweight Doberman prowl.
After a year of friendly competition (winner-takes-all

at a hundred frames), Col and I are level on ninety
-nine each, and suddenly unarticulated, petty
grudges surface between shots. A happily fluky

red unlocks his defensive dirt. I eschew my natural
game and consider each shot from every angle.
I can feel Col’s bitterness simmer and boil until

I miss a long pink and go in-off. ‘About friggin’ time’,
he rasps. I laugh, knowing full well it’s hard to line
up a break out of anger. He fluffs an easy brown

and mutters into his beer. It’s all there for the taking;
I’m not going to pass up the chance: a screaming
black, with side to get back to baulk. I’m well in.

Thursday, 29 September 2016

fiftieth . . .
the poplars protect me
from slanted rain

Thursday, 22 September 2016

first evening chill
we try our basic eight 
at the bus stop

Wednesday, 21 September 2016

the whirr of swans' wings
high over town

Monday, 19 September 2016

affixed where
it's barely visible:
the missing poster

Sunday, 18 September 2016

house martins jink
between seafront hotels . . .
mint choc chip

Thursday, 15 September 2016

Indian summer . . .
a topless decorator points
with his brush

Tuesday, 13 September 2016

climbing the walls 
of a disused youth club: 
flowering hops

Monday, 12 September 2016

in and out of 
the ivy-curtained eaves:
morning sparrows

Sunday, 11 September 2016

hillside horses:
the piebald listens 
to neighing downwind

Saturday, 10 September 2016

over the Krishnas' bassline:
the screech
of keys being cut

Tuesday, 6 September 2016

KYSO Flash

My adjudication of the KYSO Flash haibun and tanka prose competition and commentaries on the six winning pieces have been published. Many thanks to Clare MacQueen for inviting me to adjudicate.

Sunday, 4 September 2016

late-summer run:
the climb through the ferns
trailblazed by slugs

Tuesday, 30 August 2016

Haibun Today

I have a haibun, 'The Trauma Unit', over at Haibun Today.