Slow Move To Fall

Slow Move To Fall The argument stops. Slowly the heat dissipates; clouds drift away over torrid skies. The silence is broken by a dripping tap; water easing past a damaged washer, falls, swells and falls again. A few words return; the question is repeated, hanging on each pulse and breath. The droplet hangs too, bending…

Obsessed With Pipework

Well this arrived at Northern Towers today; a most welcoming thud on the floor by the letterbox. Nice to be reminded that my stuff gets published occasionally … #WooHoo #ThanksCharlesJohnson #SmileyFace #Poetry  

EdFringe19 and Stuff

Saturday morning, back from Kendal market, coffee by my armchair and laptop on my … lap. Disappointingly low number of stalls in the market place; the council market rent is (so I’m told) driving traders away. This seems an absolute nonsense if correct. Kendal with a dwindling market will do nothing to encourage visitors and…

On Good Days

On good days, the voices were quiet. He’d fumble the razor, indulge in muttered early morning profanities, yet still wear his hope like an old boxer’s dressing gown. Water cascading over knotted hands, temperature rising as the boiler kicked in, he’d tickle the soap trout like a novice, splashing water over threadbare slippers. Thin ribbons…