Wednesday, 31 December 2008

...and to end the year, some oddity from the great man that is Jarvis Cocker, with, erm, Jonny Wilkinson - as you do. Happy New Year and all that malarkey.
New Year's Eve
the heron's head moves
not an inch

Saturday, 20 December 2008

on the mosque dome
the green paint all but gone
midwinter sun

- Presence

Friday, 19 December 2008

...And as they no doubt still say in The Beano... Merry Christmas to all my readers!
Happy news: I'm delighted to say that Wing Beats has been selected as one of The Guardian's nature books of the year.

Friday, 12 December 2008

bus window wiped
with the back of a glove
seasonal lights

- The Regulars
There are pictures of John Barlow's and my recent events/readings on the Wing Beats website.

Sunday, 7 December 2008

Christmas Puddings

The last surviving member of his family-branch
tells the listening cashier how he mustn't purchase
Christmas puddings this year,
as there would only be him to whip and lather on
the brandy butter, the whisky and cream, and eat them.
freezing hoofprints
a culvert leading
who knows where

Saturday, 6 December 2008

Venus and Jupiter
the barechested fire-eater
taunts his crowd

Saturday, 29 November 2008

Poem Ending with a Line from Vong Phaophanit’s ‘All That’s Solid Melts into Air (Karl Marx)’

We each devise a moral map,
charting the breadth of the swollen river
as it wends with the tugs
carting freight through our capital,

whose floodzone rolls to hinterland chalkhills’
downfold, scarp and uplift.
Our hearts have the capacity to remember.

on my brother's shelves
the books I've given him
over the years

Friday, 14 November 2008

on a day the colour
of rolling tobacco

Friday, 7 November 2008

resting on the riverside railings a jackdaw and me

Saturday, 1 November 2008

slow tributary
a water vole's egress
between the rushes

The Woodpecker

By a shot tower and brickwork
remnants of Middlesex gunpowder mills,

a young great spotted woodpecker
leans back in the tops of an osier,

its red crown and lower feathers
catching the last of the Hallowe'en sun.

Monday, 27 October 2008

Tide's End

I wait for the clocks to go back
as the fallen plane leaves are bagged.
Violet blanched out of them, here are
the last perennial asters,
their petals splayed like otters’ feet.

The distant ting of a bike bell.
At Half-Mile Tree the crosswinds
fetch away a cox’s order
and a water vole’s scarpering.
Burdock done for another year.
I wait for tapering fingers
to tangle forever with mine.
Then a coot’s brief, jocular dive:
time to look and little besides.

Saturday, 25 October 2008

October sun
a couple hold their embrace
in the sculpture garden

- The Heron's Nest

Saturday, 18 October 2008

harvest moon
the airliner's landing gear
close enough to touch

- Modern Haiku

Saturday, 11 October 2008

autumn gust—
a rowing coach bellows
from the towpath

- The Regulars

Saturday, 4 October 2008

across the old rifle range spent burdock
I have an 'exhibition' - The One-Man Band - at 3Lights Gallery.

Friday, 19 September 2008

Indian summer
a pug refuses to walk
any further

Friday, 12 September 2008

the park after dusk only wind through leaves
There are four haiku of mine in the latest issue of Shamrock.
the woodpigeon
that thinks it’s a starling—
purple cloudbanks

Friday, 5 September 2008

There are two haiku of mine in the latest issue of The Heron's Nest.

Friday, 29 August 2008

Wing Beats launch

Under 'Events' on the right-hand side, you will see that Wing Beats is being launched at the Poetry Cafe, London, on Saturday 13th September. It would be great to see folk there, so if you want to come along, please let John know.
sweltering zoo:
a boy shows his lion
to the real thing

- The Regulars

Saturday, 23 August 2008

I will be briefly featured on Curtis Dunlap's excellent blog in a few days' time...

Sunday, 27 July 2008

white buddleia my reflection bloodshot
a single magpie chatters
through dawn

Saturday, 26 July 2008

slipping unnoticed
out of the house
last sunbeams

- Blithe Spirit

Friday, 18 July 2008

The Blindside

A crack willow leans out sideways
into this hidden stretch of river
on the blindside of an unpeopled ait.

Where the sun gets through, there's
golden light at the bottom of riverside pools.
An obelisk pinpoints the old meridian.

And, each on its own orange buoy, two
young cormorants crouch like crocodiles
as the backwash turns their buoys.

Monday, 14 July 2008

a long way upstream the pungency of salt
trapped by stepping stones an old leather football
round the redeveloped dock a tern's plunge and rise

Saturday, 5 July 2008

There is a review, by Patricia Prime, of Eucalypt, Beverley George's tanka journal, which includes some kind comments about a poem of mine, at: Stylus Poetry Journal.


The conic lemon-like mountains
wrench themselves from the saurian sierra
with a gesture of not-quite-here-ness,
as if a sabre-toothed tiger
should hunker in the grass
that constitutes foreground.

No roads, no tracks unwind.
Only the glazing of the stationary sun
engenders movement behind the peaks:
a sizzle in feathery sand,
the weave and swerve of heat,
the patter of Moorish fountains.

Saturday, 28 June 2008

the pink speckles
in foxglove corollas...
midsummer snooze
Three of my haiku will feature in The Haiku Calendar 2009.
There are two haiku of mine in the summer issue of Riverbed.

Saturday, 21 June 2008

summer solstice
a roofer lays new slates
among the old

- The Regulars
There are two poems and a few haiku of mine at Football Poets.

Friday, 13 June 2008

My review of Contemporary Haibun 9 is at Jeffrey Woodward's Haibun Today site.

Saturday, 7 June 2008

There is a haiku of mine in the latest issue of The Heron's Nest.

Saturday, 31 May 2008

tea break
the mechanic sweats
on a chair of tyres

- Blithe Spirit

Sunday, 25 May 2008

cut leaf beech
a grebe's last look
before its dive

- Wing Beats
black geese
stream across the estuary
to Blue House Farm
my threadbare thoughts
strewn by the wind

- Eucalypt

Saturday, 17 May 2008

evening sun
the captain waves long leg
a little finer

Friday, 9 May 2008

a swamp cypress overhangs
the lily pond
the bonfire embers
smoulder on to sundown
honking geese

Tuesday, 6 May 2008

baroque mansion
a golden plover stops
on the south lawn
sunlit dew
the cock pheasant circles
his three-strong harem
leaping muntjacs
the earth's reddish tinge
this first light

Monday, 5 May 2008

over the lych gate
to the Jesuits' graveyard
a pair of jackdaws

Friday, 25 April 2008

a barge ascends
within the lock
spring dusk

- Roadrunner

Friday, 18 April 2008

cathedral shade
a bee deep inside
the bearded iris

- The Heron's Nest
There are some haiku of mine in the new 'Promenade' exhibition at Liam Wilkinson's excellent Three Lights Gallery site.

Saturday, 22 March 2008

my train delayed
by a suicide
Easter drizzle

- The Regulars

Friday, 21 March 2008

rainbowed sky
butter melts
on a hot cross bun

- The Regulars

Tuesday, 18 March 2008

larch leaves
swish the brown-blue river…
the dale’s breadth

- The Haiku Calendar 2008

Sunday, 9 March 2008

crows muster
at the edge of the marsh

a patch of celandines

- Blithe Spirit

Sunday, 24 February 2008

beneath the floodlights
a winger's shadow
darts in four directions

- The Regulars

Sunday, 17 February 2008

winter sunrise
the pavement-sweeper

waits for me to pass

- Roadrunner

Sunday, 10 February 2008

the river bubbles
between stepping stones
an upturned duck

- The Regulars (Snapshot Press)

Sunday, 3 February 2008

the rhubarb’s leaves

spoon up sun

- Blithe Spirit

Wednesday, 30 January 2008

pitch black
a drop of last night’s rain

plumb on my scalp

- Presence

Friday, 25 January 2008

an aproned butcher
takes his lunchtime stroll

- The Heron's Nest

Wednesday, 16 January 2008

first light—
a budgie chirrups
from the sheltered housing

- The Regulars (Snapshot Press)

Thursday, 10 January 2008

my boots sink
with each short step
across the marsh—
the silkiness

of yellow flag

- Blithe Spirit

Friday, 4 January 2008

Simply Haiku

Five haiku of mine are included in the current, Winter edition of the online journal Simply Haiku.


Wednesday, 2 January 2008

another year
two flights of pigeons

- Roadrunner; The Haiku Calendar 2007 (Snapshot Press)

new year's haircut
cool breeze clipping
behind my ears

- Snapshots;The Regulars (Snapshot Press)

Tuesday, 1 January 2008

whitewashed room
the light inside

a periwinkle

- Modern Haiku

pipe from the shoreline—

the mudflats’ give

- The Haiku Calendar 2008 (Snapshot Press)