Sea Change

  All here are: the friends, families, fuck ups. The up at the crack of dawners. Both rested and restless. The celebrants, the mourners.   For here is the downing of tools, Replenishment of souls. The drinking in of moments. Repairing of holes.                    

Heaven scent

What are you thinking, with your lips petal-parted? Gossamer hues transfused in to a sun-soothed visage. Beautiful lady, inhilation of five score years and eight- Surely, deeply a crescendo of loving memory.   Of whom do you think as you caress your delicate bloom with one hand, The other bearing the weight of both body…

Father time

You bought me a pocket watch before you were born. One last indulgence to mark the solemnity of fatherhood. Polished it was; never bismirched by fingerprints. Measured ticks marked out your last trimester.   You arrived early and turned nights into days and minutes into hours. The watch marked out your feeds; I like a…

Pins on a map

We all carry a map in our heads. When’s, where’s, with whom’s. Where we stayed that year, last year. Where we will stay (or own) one day. Bright pins point out destinations: Digey, Smeatons, Nanjizal. Our map is a blur of trodden paths over the decades, Every footfall recorded, ice cream dated and deep breath…

Expletives

I LONG AND BURN TO WRITE TONIGHT, BUT ALL I CAN MUSTER ARE BLISTERING OBSCENITIES.  

Hoar frost

  Nobody earth-bound could describe such heavenly colours. A palette for sky. Seamless above with pastel hues blending. Stars aligned to mark the occasion. Glancing up? Sky  does it no justice. It was a firmament of Pre- Raphaelite proportions. Too special for dewfall was this morning. So flawless that every drop crystalized to preserve the serenity….

The Vinyl fossil Record

Pressed in to layers they lie dormant. Waiting. They are a fossil record. I prise them gently apart like beach shale, and read the imprints within. A feathered brushing unveils the form, sweeping all grains and backfill away. Species become genres, and ages bleed in to spectrums of album art.   There is the Dark…

Different strokes

Sometimes my body craves sleep but my brain throws a spanner in the works. Food dye in to the milky calm of the moment before repose. A chinese burn to the imagination.  It could be an image. An idea. A scenario. Or the queen bitch of lets wake Tom up, also known as the completely…

High Tide sunset at Porthcurno

Drop off the map. Head downstream to tide-borne mists. Plunge soles in to coarse-grained heaven Or run, and be grounded by contoured drifts. Feel the essence of the place mingle with your joy. Fears- Not here. Here is where the riddled of body and mind are made pure. Here is the reckoning and joining of…

Heroes

There are very few individuals in this world who are both fascinating and mysterious, and even less of them riding the fame carousel. This world said farewell to one today. Obituary writers worldwide must have felt daunted when the news was first broadcast. I don’t envy anybody the behemoth of a task that is to…

Spirals

I am a treasure hunter. A pleasure-seeker. A record finder. Have been for over half of my life. An addict. Yet I am not a collector but a custodian, looking after what are literally records of time. I will pass them on. Records to me are sculptures, carved with meaning and framed by word and image,…

Living the Pie life.

Today, on this day, I made a pie. A chicken and spring onion pie. A marvellous pie, fortified with bay leaves, spring onions, cracked black pepper and home made pastry. I also made it with my son, and  so it has become known as ‘cat pie’. By the wonderful, eccentric and often profound law of…