At the Allotment

At the Allotment

Scene: An allotment, somewhere in the north of England.  Two elderly gardeners are leaning on their forks and talking.  Albert have you seen the size of his marrows over there? Wilf ay, they’re coming on grandly Albert he sez he’s got some special fertiliser for them...
Graveyard Roses

Graveyard Roses

Graveyard roses. I planted some for you. They bloom brighter and sweeter with each passing year. As you didn’t in life. You said you loved me, but did you? You truly only loved yourself, and I don’t think you loved yourself that much. Love/hate. Too close...

Be Here Now

Be here now, in the moment. My presence Present.   Remnants of winter stray into the spring garden Myself and the breeze chilling, chilled Scents of possibilities arise from the earth   Chirps and tweets from nearby branches I shouldn’t be here, in their domain...

Weighted and Waiting

Weighted. Enveloped by the blanket of poverty. Not warm, comforting, safe … but smothering and itchy Woven from worry wool. Weighted and waiting. Existing not living. Sharp fibres seep inside your skin Become a part of you You are the blanket.   Waiting. Dormant, your...

Jaffa Cakes & Cheap Whiskey

Jaffa was jostled / squished in the pack / he wanted some space / not a poke in the back He wriggled a bit / he wraggled a lot / the wrapping gave way / he was off like a shot Rolled over the table / stopped short at the edge / bet you just thought / he would fall off...

A Look At Our Dark Past

Four rows of pristine schoolboys waited for their instructor to arrive. Smart in their suits and ties they bantered among each other raucously. “So did you see that girl cleaning the cafeteria? What a pig-face.” “Yeah, I heard she has two moms, I...