They always put the wheelchairs behind the goals. That’s how Frida and I met. She was sketching me. I was sketching his shirt. I love the recklessness of his upturned collar. I will use it for my next self-portrait. We make things visible that are not visible. I make goals out of nothing, Frida makes […]

Two coats are best for posts. The bar defined by stars. The ball, a small elusive animal at twilight. Two kids are best for this, this game without a name; this thrall, this all-consuming spell of moonlight. Hours are devoured. Dark is the park. In a blink the Sink estate fades from view. Sounds are […]

Cheering at the Kop end with my mates, He appeared, as in that dream- I was him and he was me After we swapped shirts. Both of us were drained Following a thrilling game. On scoring the winner He stood, arms raised, right in front of me. I pondered on the joy that he must […]

Walking into the Barber’s Shop I clock the mirrored features of a colleague I worked with twenty years ago. He’s busy having his head arranged by the hairdresser, like a mannequin being coached for a shop window display. It isn’t until he’s walking out that he recognizes me. I say we seem only to meet […]

I read the dismal stats at season’s end. Our rival’s captain holds the cup in hand. And now the thought that maybe I should spend My weekends playing croquet with my friends, Or learning how to crochet with my friends. Each year these disappointments without end Make this frustrated fist out of my hand. To […]