It's gone. It should be standing by the lamp-post on the corner of the street - and if I don't get it back, I face a fixed penalty for not being in proper charge of council property. In my area, we put out the rubbish the night before Collection Day. The kind of ritual that… Continue reading The Bin
‘Alert, but not Alarmed’
An irresistible invitation by email - to a 'counter-terrorism course, with tea and biscuits.' Which brings volunteers at the cathedral - a 'public place of special interest' - to a draughty hall, all attention, while a Security Officer tells us that the current threat level is 'severe'. That is, highly likely. Then he takes us… Continue reading ‘Alert, but not Alarmed’
Janus
A poem, for a change, and a message from me to you... Janus A frozen breath trying to hold the new year back for just one numberless moment - to pause at a single frame of the story between here and there and gain a clear and separate space - but December's been demolished overnight… Continue reading Janus
The Card
A robin on a pillar box topped with snow, in a country lane - a typical winter scene on a card signed by June and Roger, who I've never heard of. In an envelope addressed to a Mrs Ann Brown, who doesn't live here any more and probably never did. The printed message is the… Continue reading The Card
The Silence
The bell tolls. Eleven. The man in front of me takes off his hat and bows his head. One of a crowd of hundreds, not thousands. It's a small town. Here we stand, ordinary people in the open air, like millions across the country, all over the world. The roads nearby are closed, blocked by… Continue reading The Silence
Algernon
The long cardboard box is carried out of the van with care, like a coffin - but the sticker says, Keep Upright - and the item inside should be alive and growing. Cut through the tape, then break open the box. The plant revealed stands in a plastic pot. It's not the largest aspidistra in… Continue reading Algernon
Scent
There are mushrooms at the bottom of my garden. Not the fairy-friendly type of fungus, with neat spotted roofs on stalks - but fat white cancerous clumps pushing their way through the chippings of bark to the surface. They smell of damp and decay and they weren't there before. You can't turn your back for… Continue reading Scent
