Poems.

This is the second of a tranche of love poems from 1996. Read more...

This is the third of a tranche of love poems from 1996. Read more...

This is the fourth and last of a tranche of love poems from 1996 Read more...

What's the command-and-control in a skein of geese? Read more...

A couple of years ago, I had a run-in with my brain. I like its not having a precise diagnosis, and even better that it only happened once, briefly. (Insurers please note.) Read more...

A couple of years ago I had a.... No that's boring. Hell, I'm 67, I am in the zone, no more or less than that, so far. I have had the odd brush, the odd procedure, I take the meds... Read more...

I like my bus rides into town. We are a very mixed bunch, but I like best checking out the real-life youngsters I overhear. How like are they to the reality-TV shows and dramas by which I normally get to hear and watch them? How like the young of other generations? Read more...

My wife had a Jack Russell for five years until this summer. We miss him, though he was a stroppy little beggar (and perhaps because he was). Read more...

I wrote this poem as a first attempt at doing justice to the pleasure I get in almost any site to do with the waste industry but perhaps especially recycling facilities. Read more...

It's not important why I lost touch with Bernardine Bishop and my friend, later her husband, Dr Bill Chambers. I feel a fool for letting it happen and it's a lack made even more sharp by her death. Her novels and other writing will last, and their publication make an extraordinary story, both literary and personal. I wrote this for me, of course, but also for Matt, her elder son, because he very kindly included me in her funeral, an event which was exhilarating as well as tearful. Read more...