Sour Dough

Ordering bread and coffee Baked by desire It’s grinding repetition Skin not an echo But that glistening same The bitter Buddha kneaded here Could not be loved Without lust Wisdom’s yeast Force fatale Yes Yes Concentration short Yes Pain overwhelms Yet where no excess and Eager expectation ends So ? It is imagination that arises.

Charles

Charles There is no time.There is not enough timeto know what I know I could have known about you.We all know what we knowand that is todaynothing more than that we love you. What we wonder is not even where you have gonebut how you can have goneanywhereother than herewith usright now which you are …

poem for a peaen

We saw you yesterday Ellesmere GreenCrossing the roadHolding dirty blue jogging slacks up with one handGrey brown jacket too hot for the weather andLooking not at us but where we could not see Then today on Minna RoadIt’s like you’ve taken only one stepAcross the nightThrough morningTo middayHand holding slacksJacket too warmEyes inverted unfurling tomorrow …

A61

A 61 with headphones Driving down the A61 from Sheffield to Chesterfield I turn off Elgar’s Nimrod and I pull into a layby. I leave the car and with the dog on the lead I find a gap in the hedge and descend through an archaeology of cannabis, strata of clay pebbles and plastic bags. …