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Tag Archives: haiku

A Kentish field (June 6, 2019)

Between the dungheap and the budding field of rape, a line of poppies.

Haiku (Sunday night now)

It’s Sunday night now, and the whole house stinks of steak. Frankly erotic.

Late-summer afternoon

Kids cricket, lambs out, blackberries in the hedgerows. A rope-like dog-turd.

AMOK – haiku

Tell it like it is – I went for my usual walk – tell it like it was… — * verbatim lines from ‘Judge, Jury and Executioner’ by Atoms For Peace

End of the Line

The Narrow Road to the Deep North By Richard Flanagan (Chatto & Windus 448pp £16.99) ‘We will die, and who will ever understand any of this?’ So asks Colonel Dorrigo Evans, second in command of the Australian Imperial Force’s 2/7th Casualty Clearing Station, slave worker on the Siam–Burma ‘Death Railway’, and redoubtable hero of Richard […]

Afternoon – Charlton station

A drunkard, railing against the sky (or madman?). A child emulates.

Charlton II

Up through the valley, echoes of a pile-driver. Also, a rainbow.

Charlton pastorale

The peacock’s cry on a Saturday night. …………………Sunday morning: the hoover.

Rain (again)

Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. Rain …….rain …………..rain …………………rain ……………………….rain ……………………………..rain ……………………………………rain. Damned English weather!

The commute

She opens a mag called Creative Solutions. She stares into space.