Archive for May, 2016

Tuesday, May 31st, 2016


Too disturbing is the cacophony of birds and the trundling of lorries in first gear
and unconscionable is the crying coming from behind the bushes out the back of our building –
Conchita, the heroine of a traditional folk-tale,
will not survive into an old age but is determined to make the most of the days she has.

Monday, May 30th, 2016


“Like children against your better judgement, and when you have read this and given it some thought send me some preserved cheese that when I like I may have a feast.”

Sunday, May 29th, 2016


I can’t remember the last time I picked up a book;
was it in this Age? The sky seems always to be down.

Saturday, May 28th, 2016


That desire to remain
That ache to return

Friday, May 27th, 2016


If only one bird remains
How shall we feel? An emptiness

Thursday, May 26th, 2016


All this sleep and leaping into the dark: your eyes seem to be permanently closed.

Wednesday, May 25th, 2016


He had a way with a hat –
it was his tentacles let him down.

Tuesday, May 24th, 2016


Benjamin had always considered disingenuity to be the best policy
– yet somehow he wasn’t sure it was a real word.

Monday, May 23rd, 2016


They were very nice trousers
but they had too many sleeves.

Sunday, May 22nd, 2016


The spectrum of emotions does not interest me a jot
I desire only material, the thing itself
And the placating of an angry man:
If only he could justify himself when thinking where it all leads