Early Coffee

Early Coffee A mug steams in a frosty garden.By hedge of hawthorn, hazel and elder,wisps of gently snaking vapour disappearlike tired thoughts or a lost name.Hiding in the corner of a shed window,the act of observing a reflectioncauses mirrored shadows to change;sudden complaints from small birdsburst out and end abruptlywith the ghostly presenceof an early…

Life In The Third Person … On The Road To Samaria

On The Road To Samaria by Jonathan Humble In these shoes, I negotiate life in the third person; toes swathed in top quality calfskin, safe from random shit and shards, where neither grass nor paved path can sully these soft arches and soles. I wear these suits; an actor avoiding the fourth wall, costumed and…