• Cirrus Never Whispers
    ‘Be quiet; the weather’s on the night news.’ Stephen Malkmus, Watery, Domestic Cirrus never whispers, or was that Texas? What you really meant was cumulonimbus with deep grey future rain around its base. How it was heaving, piled up like a mountain range, future stories blurred in heaviness through the onrush of torrential rain. Mystic […]
  • Bournemouth Fan, Alum Bay
    On this island, is it Saints or Pompey, what do you say? Don’t ask me, my friend; I’m a Bournemouth fan from Alum Bay. When you look north, from Cowes, or east, from Ryde, I’m around the headland at Chilton Chine. No Spithead, Solent: It’s the channel west on sunset tides from Brightstone Bay to […]
  • Under the Radio
    She was talking to me under the radio, under the Saturday food programme guests cautioned against innuendo who went for humour in unlikely combos while eyes sank lower above the wheel. If anything can combine, list anything. In two hundred yards, bear left to turn right. The Plough is above in the day’s sky and […]
  • Palace Sunrise
    We’ll play it safe and get there for sunrise. Driving to Croydon, any day, is like being at Exeter Services on a Saturday in August, single file by West Cornwall Pasty. So when should we leave? When will we depart? Let’s play it safe, say 3 a.m. Get there for sunrise. Is there anything to […]
  • Whiteboard Scattergraph
    It was like that angst in the chest you mentioned, but then it exploded. My ‘self’ was in a hundred fragments.All I had was a bed and a skylight, a window on the incomprehensible.Drifting off, I muddled cliffs and gardens: Was it West Bay, Lyme Regis or Sidmouth?Football grounds merged: part Brunton Park, part Craven […]