In My Atlas

A bird’s or a child’s view of the landscape can be so different from
what the map shows, or our own limited view …

IN MY ATLAS

the twisted grin of a rural road                                
seen by a crow on its flight
from fir to cedar

the slanting tail of the first comet
as it writes its name over spinning planets
before falling to earth

the inching track of an ant
to its nesting hill as it pushes one more crumb
through tall grasses

these miracles inscribed on maps
for an intrepid two-year-old
trekking through the gate

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9781771333054_FC‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
From Inanna Publications, 2016.

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The Writing of a Story of Words

This is a warm-up exercise I found in Wingbeats II, edited by Scott Wiggerman & David Meischen, a book full of exercises in poetry that are great fun to try. This one is called line-building and I recommend it for one of those mornings when stringing more than two words together is hard …

THE WRITING OF A STORY OF WORDS

new words career off the page.                                  
the page leaning sideways to turn.
to turn into yet another story.
story perhaps one that erodes sequences.
sequences bending back to another.
to another where the chapter sits.
sits on a period, waiting for a comma.
any comma will do, nestling into itself.
itself waiting for the reader to pause.
to pause and capture the running hero.
the hero who will dive into a new version.
a new version of himself caught.
caught up by a sentence of new words.

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Frame and the McGuireFrame and The McGuire – ‘… a gentle yet striking novel about the way our perception influences our judgement of others.’ Amy Mathers. For ages 8-13 … published by Tradewind Books available on Amazon or your local bookstore.

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Breathing the Pacific

The Pacific Ocean has a force, strength, and beauty, all its own. Living near it, on an Island, we are always aware of it. The ocean and its shores, make the news for all kinds of reasons, most of them to do with the garbage we throw into its currents …

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BREATHING THE PACIFIC

waves gather power
turn harmony to chaos
breaking tsunamis                                               
of styrofoam packing

long susurrations
of blown spume
tumble broken boards
from tossed buildings

foam flies over black
crests under streamed cloud
rags of torn netting
ripped from fish-boats

riggings’ tremulous whine
stroked to shrieks
of whales and crustaceans
choking on plastic

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my scans - after 18 112 coverTo Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.

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She Sang Swannee River in the Morning

I’ve been thinking of my mother recently (she’s the subject of my book ‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’), and remembering her eccentricities. I’m sure all of us keep our parents in memory for special things they did, or were …

SHE SANG SWANNEE RIVER IN THE MORNING

there’s a gap
in the house
where my mother                         
used to sing
a place made
empty by lack
of voice
a forgetfulness
of actions she
might have made
a chair moved
socks washed

the movement
of her being
a lift of paint
strokes laid
heavy or light
on canvas
a wash of colour
over laburnum
and a yellow
hat worn aslant

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9781771333054_FC ‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art. From Inanna Publications, 2016.

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Too Much

After a very long grey, wet, winter, spring came up with speed, and then
June burst into flower all over the place …

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TOO MUCH

June woke up three weeks ago              
spread a cacophony of roses
over the Japanese maple
tossed wisteria along the path
rampaged through tall grass
with a wave of seed heads
and blew dandelion clocks
to the horizon

this week
she threatens a lettuce invasion
cornucopias of radish
and a tornado of bugs

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Frame and the McGuireNEW! Frame and The McGuire – ‘… a gentle yet striking novel about the way our perception influences our judgement of others.’ Amy Mathers. For ages 8-13 … published by Tradewind Books available on Amazon or your local bookstore.

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3 cat haiku

We had one cat that used to take my shirts off their hangers; another that liked lettuce; one that like to sit in the middle of a work-in-progress jigsaw puzzle, without playing with the pieces; another that liked to play with straight pins. Cats! Always different, always fun …

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the cat curls
against my body –
central heating


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the cats
get their annual shots –
Halloween

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child playing
with cat —
skip-rope

 

the last haiku was first published in Lynx

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my scans - after 18 112 cover To Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.

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Sunglasses

I wear sunglasses to protect my eyes from strong sunlight, like most of us. A few people wear them as a disguise, or to hide their expressions. They are worn on beaches, at rock concerts, at airports, with sometimes surprising results …

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SUNGLASSES

I’m hidden in the darkness                                   
walking unseen in sunlight

if I take my shades off
people are surprised

so I replace them
and disappear into obscurity

it’s a gift of to be undetected
until someone trips over my feet

because I haven’t seen them
behind their dark glasses

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                                                                                           photo by Jon Weston

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9781771333054_FC ‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
From Inanna Publications, 2016.

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