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December 8, 2019

so much time
in the air

and there to be spent, taken,
saved, killed, passed –
ushered into the past
and divided into
irregular shapes
that float about
in the air
and our challenge is to
jigsaw puzzle them
into place

as soon as the pieces join
they vanish into the past

hanging in the air
the shapes collide,
merge, bounce,
squabble with each other and
strive to align –
before they drift and fade
and become
the past



December 2, 2019

why did this never happen before?
all at once the midnight windows
were flung open
and the cats were dancing
and secrets were uncovered
and spirits exchanged

to reach and to hold
to walk through a wall of
unlikely moonlight
that then rearranges itself
into these little patches
of from-time-to-time sunlight
that coax a willing smile
and the echo of
why did this never happen before?

240 Street

November 1, 2019

the tamarind trees are bushy with green
after their recent pruning
so the street still retains its leafiness despite

it now has traffic lights but
the midday bustle is
still a quiet one

it’s the first street I knew –
when arrived I was first a neighbour
to the ghosts of the king’s elephants

where once there was a large corner building
that was dismantled almost overnight
and has been a vacant block ever since

where still there is what looks to be
a hotel about to open

where there are still a few tuktuk drivers
that I’ve known for 11 years now
clumping about

shops shift and change to the rhythm of
the business cycle, or whatever mysterious
lurching economic mechanism it is
that propels such things

behind the streetfronts,
the small villages,
the Brownian motion of life in
constant resting restlessness that
never seems to change
except for the children getting taller

not so many motodops now
and yet I only walk a few steps
before one recognises me
as a user of motodops
and pulls over for me

coming soon: mind the gap

October 8, 2019

mind the gap cover imagemind the gap launch poster


October 1, 2019

yes: a week of slow exhalation
reaching out purblind for the usual
rails to run along
while the better angels
tango on a pinhead
unfading smiles linger
in the parts of the brain
associated with the future
and the delicate networks
of love gain their strength
the silver thread is a beam of light
a faithful guitar string
a willing tightrope
a steel cable
a chain of atoms
that stretch between
as long as it needs to be
no more no less
and we say to life: yes


September 17, 2019

something silken
has been draped across
the scattered mindscape

for so long I’ve been
fumbling through my hand
looking for appropriate trumps
then laying them down
and finding the cards spell out words
and songs

and the thing about waves is
there is always another one
and the tides come in
and the tides go out
and everything changes
but nothing does too

every morning it’s a new world
but some mornings are more new than others

I savour
and prepare

mind the gap #II

September 9, 2019

as a measurement of time
between then and when
between now and once

because it’s all gone
and what’s not gone
is going

drawn as I was, once more,
to a celluloid dream,
to a hero’s journey,
in which youthful understandings
are still, half remembered, to be found,
resting safely in between familiar frames

and so the stories
were stories
I found bits
of me in

it wasn’t an innocent and uncomplicated time
but it was a time when I
was innocent and uncomplicated

and there were trains and shadows
and longing and libraries and daffodils
and inns and gypsies
and windows and mirrors
and mice and men
and far too much snow
and all on the string-thread lead
of a balalaika surprise

but it’s all gone
and what’s not gone
is going
as it ever was