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Wednesday 20 January 2021

Painters And Parties

There is a reverence to this work already

For how might one write as Cy Twombly painted

How does one communicate what was hitherto incommunicable


And where would you have me start

Do you wish to see the whole of my introspective life opened up for inspection

Or do you want that I attempt to make a selection of sorts


Perhaps imagine a port and cheese selection as we near seasons greetings

Whereas, in the past, our meetings may not have been altogether convivial

Or at least that is my first stab at any sort of recollection


With little fear of abject correction my mind goes on to detect

A Rochdale party, on a day when snow fell heavily and closed off

All of the cross Pennines roads, such that I truly did have to stay over



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Tuesday 19 January 2021

Still Searching

All I know

Is that ground is ground

That travel is travel


Very occasionally

Though not so so often

In my experience


You fall upon a still space

A calm space

Where contemplation may join you


Where stillness

Peacefulness

Settles around you


It may be an open arrangement

A beach, or a sand-dune

Or a pathway to the shoreline


Or a field, maybe even a meadow

A towpath beside the canal

On the way to a mountain


It may have walls

A door, even windows

The roof is optional


We might call it a yard

Or a prayer room

Or perhaps a magnificent temple


It could be transitory

Between here and there

Or on the cusp, if you so prefer



Monday 18 January 2021

List Works

Where is the warmth

Where is the water

Where is the journey

Where is the destination 

Where is the shelter


Might I find warmth

In the steam room, in the sauna

Might I find water

In the pool, in the jacuzzi 

Might I drive


Along the main roads, along the back roads

Might I reach

The hotel, the health spa

Might I say a few words there

To engage my accommodation


Where is the inspiration

Where is the purpose

Where is the beauty of the discharge

Where is the joy of nature

Where is the truth of love


Might I find inspiration

In the going, in the being

Might I find purpose

In the words I am writing

Might I find the beauty by being discharged


In the past, in the present, in the future

Might I find joy

In the walking, in the seeing

Might I find the truth of love

In those arms, in those monastic quarters



Sunday 17 January 2021

Flight Checker

The island left me

As I left the island

The island always left me

As always I left the island


The island welcomed me

As I welcomed the island

The island always welcomed me

As always I welcomed the island


Why fly so far

Why not fly more often

Why fly so far

Why not fly somewhere closer


Why not fly somewhere closer

Why not fly more often

Why fly so far

Why fly so far


That then

To be the answer

Why not fly altogether closer

Why not fly away, way more often 


Saturday 16 January 2021

Packaged Closure

Day of departure

Already checking calendars

For the next break

Or simply to see

What the immediate future

As well as a little more distant

Holds in store


To leave this Ibiza island

To fly to island England

From warm to cool

From light to dark

From being in another’s place

To being in our own space

Back at home


All is calm

(Except for me)

All runs like clockwork

(Except for me)

All is reasoned, reasonable

(Which I go along with)

There is to be a new beginning