• Bishop’s Park haiku
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ A May river path through Bishop’s Park enduring South West Six music Smoke drifts from benches while kids throw stones to water no thought of trouble Cantus Firmus, Haynes, Morgan, Chamberlain, Davies one ‘f’ in Fulham Scattering lights on the water as we pause silent boatmen pass
  • The Annexation of Branksome Chine
    Between Shore Road and Branksome Chine, beneath the beach huts of Canford Cliffs, is an international football pitch with a ghost ship’s cargo from Shanklin Yellow posts, memories of Small Hope Beach, Hawkins’ legacy; a high pass, acrobatic weightlessness grounded by a stationary charter to Tahiti Unfunded, in the national stadium we gamble, peel away […]
  • Season Ticket
    Last game he saw was Norwich at home, August 15th. Reckon he’d ‘vibed out’ mentally, found other interests, disconnected Took pictures of his kittens, cycled and travelled on business, found a form of self-sufficiency, light in the eyes and sunsets at far removed harbours, let social media follow if it would, lied to the GP’s, […]
  • When the Groundsman Rested
    When the groundsman rested from the first autumn freeze, the mowers were silent as sun on the leaves Lines were unpainted and dads left unabused referees at home in the kitchen with a quick cup of tea When the groundsman rested from the Laurel Park freeze, the parents were silent on how we should win- […]
  • Mrs Norfolk Jim
    Mrs Norfolk Jim, your husband met a Ukrainian while you were shopping in a ‘fine city.’ He had too much integrity to impregnate her with more than footballing wisdom Penned in before a sea of black and orange, he watched his team through a veil of netting; saw Hangeland head us to Turin and another […]