Thursday, February 25, 2016

the ocean passes
mysteriously beneath
this floating world

Blithe Spirit 25.4 November 2015
drone footage
can't see through
the fog of war

Blithe Spirit 25.4 November 2015

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Flow

Brick dust rising and the sound of heavy machinery from the roadworks, on the far side of the park. A regular beat of metal on metal, four beats then a pause, then four more beats. A saw, rasping, grinding, in short bursts, against something resistant. The machines and the clothing, hard hats and hi-vis vests, flash with light from the low sun. The traffic, reduced to a single lane, stops and starts to the rhythm of the signals, red, amber, green.  I'm drawn with a quality of fascination to the labour of road building, reconstruction, urban orthopedics. The physical forces involved in cutting through, straightening, taking apart to rebuild in a form better suited to future flow. The slow healing of arterial routes.

tall poppies
a brightness beneath
the approaching storm

Presence 53 October 2015
Galaxy of Dust. Red Moon Anthology 2015
passing clouds
travelling without
a destination

Presence 53 October 2015
inarticulate desire
the first warm
of spring

Presence 53 October 2015
every day
it takes a little longer
to recall
all the things lost
never to return

Presence 53 October 2015

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Doing NaHaiWriMo again.

Tuesday, January 05, 2016

midsummer night
in a room that overlooks the sea
the ebb and flow

Blithe Spirit Vol.25 No.3 August 2015

a soft light
rising long before
the dawn

Blithe Spirit Vol.25 No.3 August 2015
morning calm
a shaft of sunlight
moves across the wall

British Haiku Society Member's Anthology 2015 'Edge'

Thursday, September 03, 2015


Anchors

I live in my own world much of the time. Everything there is in constant flow - air and water and pure energy. Sometimes I feel the need for fixed points in the outside world, to help me keep my bearings. When the waves threaten to carry me away I need anchors that can be put down, temporarily. At other times I crave dry land, weight, and solidity. The trilithons of Stonehenge have a permanence that I find calming. Even the towering blocks of apartments in the city center can be comforting, as they enclose and define a manageable space in which to live. Taking time each day to focus and notice even the small and insignificant - wild flowers sprouting from the city walls, the tangled roots of trees - can help to ground me and stop the panicky sensation that I might spin off into space. Even now I can feel the earth shift under my feet. I have yet to find bedrock.

cast loose
from the North Star
skylark song

Presence #52 June 2015

Friday, July 17, 2015

in the evening
of a long, hot
summer day
a stranger's shadow
merges with mine

Soft Thunder. British Haiku Society Tanka Awards 2014/15
I lie awake
listening to the small noises
of my neighbours
the calls of city birds
late into the night

Soft Thunder. British Haiku Society Tanka Awards 2014/15
she becomes
the ocean in his dream
of drowning

Presence #51 December 2014
his blue scrubs
just a shade darker
than the sky

Presence #51 December 2014
afterglow
I learn to hold
the light inside

Presence #51 December 2014
sunset sky
a peach halved
around the stone

Presence #51 December 2014
reflected light
the thought that you can
change your mind

Blithe Spirit Vol.25 No.2 May 2015
a closed book
and on opening it
the blank pages

Blithe Spirit Vol.25 No.2 May 2015
a dream
within the dream
a sleeper

Blithe Spirit Vol.25 No.2 May 2015

Saturday, May 30, 2015

the pull of gravity
and a turning tide
before I know it
a decision
takes me

Blithe Spirit Vol 25, No 1 February 2015
midwinter
at the darkest hour
recalling
how everything can change
from one moment to the next

Blithe Spirit Vol 25, No 1 February 2015
spilling over
over and over
the waterfall

One Hundred Gourds 4:1 December 2014
sunlight through leaves
the nurse in search
of a vein

One Hundred Gourds 4:1 December 2014
my fingers
fumble
but I touch
the stars
with my eyes

One Hundred Gourds 4:1 December 2014
the bird
has flown, and yet
he left me
the tilt of his head
the look in his eye

One Hundred Gourds 4:1 December 2014