They gave me the gift of time, those hands. Turning over fossils, reading millennia like braille. Pointing out constellations and meteors. Slowly making smashed treasures whole again with painstaking stillness. I watched them as a boy, in awe of their size. Gripping the steering wheel, driving us to mountains. Oceans. Leathery. Big, turgid veins like … More Those Hands I knew as a boy
For my son’s Guardian Angel Make a rope swing, I thought, for my son: Fill sunny days with pendular fun, Thank God and all angels I tested the bough: To see if rough usage its strength would allow. For down the bough came, my shoulders were struck: Although my blood flowed, I hold … More When the bough breaks- to the tune of ‘Rockabye Baby’
Two hearts, for which my heart beats Are safe within a locked ward. Resting, behind swaying curtains, tended by torch-bearing nurses. I drift along empty corridors. Outside, a deep pre-dawn stillness reigns. The air hangs damp, yet somehow less cloying than those stifling bays, with the parent’s room saturated in tears. Every car … More Out of Eden
It was 2.57 pm on this sunny, Sunday afternoon (now 5 hours ago), and I was back in 1995 again. The doors of the Village Hall were humming in time to the bass. I could see the disco lights. I heard the dulcet, (or rather Dorset) tones of the DJ croon ‘I LIKE TO MOOVE … More MAKE SOME NOISE!
Early morning Sun lit your strong hands as you cradled the roots. Brows knit in concentration, tenderly lowering the blooms. Patting the soil as softly as I used to dry your tiny, unfurling limbs, when this was your bath. Your deep, Brown eyes look at your handiwork, then duelling crows on our rooftop drew you … More Nurture
I can see why it happened. I can. I really can. I can even see how I may have contributed to it. Perhaps. My wife removes the ‘may’part. But when it happened it was awful. My mind clouds. All I could manage was a gutteral ‘OH FUCK’, and a lunge towards the household aisle. Where did this … More I’m the King of the Castle!
I wish I could see the world through his eyes.
You walk as one who has seen many things, Eyes to the front, to meet what is to come; Excited, primed for what the future brings, Yet still a backward glance for Dad and Mum. School bag and water bottle held aloft, You have a stride, where once there was a bounce; Those … More New Horizons
It was the best part of a very shitty day. Sitting on the decking, Fin listened to the starlings and savoured his cigarette. The last of the colours were leaching out of the sky, and a bat skittered overhead. He revelled in the quietness. Replaying the argument in his head he drew on the fag … More Smoke Signal
I hear your little feet pelting out of the fitting room Then there you are: a miniature man. Large as life in pressed white shirt and grey jumper. Eyes as sparkling as your new uniform; Bright with pride and excitement. All the brighter in the absence of your playtime vivid colours. I steel myself as … More Buying his first school uniform