Monday, 20 June 2016

wet in June

such wetness now subsiding in the air but the grasses and plants still fall full of wet droplets. chaffinch song tumbles as if a Jacob's ladder.


Wednesday, 18 May 2016

safle bws, the strand

Raindrops on the steady flow of river; the scent of wallflowers over the edge; red valerian budding: waiting for the bus on the Strand.

Wednesday, 4 May 2016

the dislocated effect of the quantum world – is real without a doubt

when I will receive this it was wrapped in a wave of folded space in time. it previously requires a tight pinch to be sense for the present.

Monday, 18 April 2016

Whitby arriving

Sunset caught in curling drifting cloud and fog on dark velvet moor. Red brick buildings made richer by the light, windows shine orange back at the sun.

ps a prose haiku is my accidental invention: 35 syllables 7x5....

Thursday, 31 March 2016


A great tit throws his song about regularly paced but at odds with everything. Low sun through birch trees, through windows – no flicker, the air is still.

Saturday, 23 January 2016

Saturday, 2 January 2016


a short spoken word piece for the new year
first used in a performance in 1999 performed in Osnabruk