Sunday, September 06, 2020

Thursday, September 03, 2020

The rift

He doesn't talk about it because he can't find words that people will understand. A few times, early on, he made attempts but they ended in frustration and failure. Those who have been to certain places don't come back, although they appear to. They are forever separated from the rest. They themselves can see the rift quite clearly, but others only have a vague sense of it. 

borderlands
the scent of road dust 
and aromatic herbs

Blithe Spirit Vol 30 No 3 August 2020
after school
we played a game
called 'touch'
laughing as we ran
to find a safe place

Blithe Spirit Vol 30 No 3 August 2020 
taken back
by the scent of
oregano
to a path that leads down
to a cooling sea

Blithe Spirit Vol 30 No 3 August 2020
desire takes on
an extra poignancy
waiting
for the night tide
to bring you home

Blithe Spirit Vol 30 No 3 August 2020
a soft light
in the quiet room
how long
have I been watching
while you sleep?

British Haiku Society 30th Anniversary Members' Tanka Anthology. 2020
she tells me now
her time is mostly spent
obtaining food
how quickly life
can be reduced to this

Presence 67 July 2020

the judder
of the fan
as it starts up
that moment on waking
when you remember

Presence 67 July 2020

talking about
how to deal with
stress
the woman with a harsh
and rasping voice

Presence 67 July 2020

daffodils
battered by the storm
all of us
try to keep
our heads up

Blithe Spirit Vol 30 No 2 May 2020

in this bright
and spring-like
morning
a sense
of impending doom

Blithe Spirit Vol 30 No 2 May 2020

lock-down
a blackbird visits
my balcony

Blithe Spirit Vol 30 No 2 May 2020

spring morning
the death toll
rises

Blithe Spirit Vol 30 No 2 May 2020