Sunday, 31 March 2013
Thursday, 28 March 2013
Wednesday, 27 March 2013
Tuesday, 26 March 2013
Monday, 25 March 2013
Saturday, 23 March 2013
Friday, 22 March 2013
Thursday, 21 March 2013
Wednesday, 20 March 2013
Monday, 18 March 2013
Sunday, 17 March 2013
Friday, 15 March 2013
The city shopfronts are everchanging;
hairdressers morph into coffee-shops
into smart men's clothes-shops - and back;
two-dimensional rainbow shades of modern life,
and indifferent i sit and watch them change;
Ah - but the backs of the houses -
higgledy-piggledy jumble of gable-ends and exposed beams
secret attic windows and padlocked ivied gates,
Holding all of history's mystery. these streets can i wander and dream
Tuesday, 12 March 2013
We stomp through the park, my dog-companion and I, in several layers plus two coats, hat, gloves, scarf.... me that is, not the dog, obviously. Her scruffy fur-coat is in need of a bath and a good groom, but does the job she says.
We meet him swinging along, cigarette in hand, wearing trainers, jeans and a black leather waistcoat, sleeveless and unzipped over a bare chest...
Colder today I say, somewhat foolishly. He doesn't feel cold he replies, somewhat needlessly...
What is his secret? i ask myself, as we move on with our lives - are the tattoos adorning his body thermal?
Sunday, 10 March 2013
Friday, 8 March 2013
I'd like to say the town lies
like a stranded starfish
or a sunbather asleep on the beach.
But it doesn't - it curls
along the coastline, with its knees and elbows tucked
into the estuary and inlets
Like on a cold night or after a bad day,
when our familiar bodies meld together
Wednesday, 6 March 2013
Tuesday, 5 March 2013
Sunday, 3 March 2013
Friday, 1 March 2013
Peering shortsightedly down the garden this morning I realise the finches are back - the sudden bright flashes in the air around the seedfeeder a giveaway really..
The same sharp flash of gold is in my dog's soft black-feathery ears as she runs windstreaming in the sun later in the green park