Category Archives: autumn



No one and nothing is mine,
and who would want one when
one brings only bad ones? And
who would want nothing when any-
thing is much better?


The touch of familiarity.
The look shared of trusting eye.
He blinks not when he stares:
the same trick from he to me.

If he stares not at me,
then I’ll stare at him. He played
a song for me: well-played.


Who’s the John who looks like
he’s waiting for his Vietnam draft?


All hail the follies, they that all remain!
After all the fires, after all the
too-late rain.

All hail our not-so heavenly
follies that lead the way to
deceit again.

Don’t read over my shoulder, the greedy
reader one. I curse your spirit
and wish you far now roam.


In which the author discusses its name

Oh to dread what people
think. Fear even more what
they speak.

My name far-
reaching, from its
number few.

If those who’ve heard me,
those whom remember.
I apologise greatly, and
wish that number few.

28 August 2017

The two accordions
sound like mice squealing.

Oh so different from last night.
So it is, subdued
demeanour and silence strong.

The men talk to men,
I talk to no one.

My mother on the phone line
telling me her life.
Quiet smile and untalked nods.

The garden needs mowing,
the husband never does.
Quiet disharmony ruining
perfection on this sunny day.

She’s the one to go, I return to my
GMT. This life is a simple one,
if one allows it to be.


The Prodigal Daughter’s Return.
Missing the last chapter.


Jealousy starts once more;
I’ll bash it down. If it’s
justified jealousy then off
my merry way I’ll go.


Finer is the tea tasted when not you who made…
Alternative is true for the
Guinness pint given freely to you.