3 Viva Pathways

General collection

Cherry

1989

Wake like adrenaline
Gold cherry

A Friday Morning Rally Poem for the Dream I Never Had

When the heart has been readied, I know they will come Jung opened the window, a scarbaeid flew in. Since I boxed away the things you left behind,...
Cherry

Anonymous Artists

And here on Oostende’s pallid beach They drew a circle in the sand With one word all could understand A sign within a doubter’s reach They came from Lille and Rome and all
Cherry

Art Class in Brookwood Cemetery

Leaving the Cemetery Pale road to sketch the headstones strewn like irregular verbs across this mirror of opposites. We have cautious connections; the boy Baron who died in his car-seat

At the fission reactor

Like a child you have learned to read these moments the footnotes of life’s thesis. You have stumbled upon who we are (and may become) in the uncertainty of atoms and the unchanging now.
Cherry

Borrowing Children

I am still undecided whether I want kids myself!
Cherry

Bridge Street

It’s not like the movies, more like the gospel. Malnourished hearts fed a strange kind of food. Words are a scalpel, a scar from the past. I watch...

Burning the Plough

A good life we had through hard work

Camellia Sinensis Love Song

first draught...another tea poem I regret
Cherry

Cathedral Crib

Thee plaster figures, minimal, modern on thy knees before the crib and after midnight mass, an exodus trails remnant candlewax.
Cherry

Cold in Summer

I am cold in summer this room gets little sun
Cherry

Dans nos obscurités

Blue night party, sloped into gardens small groups gathered under flares; glasses clinked, voices hushed down. I moved along paths shiny with stones - pocked stars, barn owl white.
Cherry

Desire Still for One Soft Moment

Sometimes, desire is inadmissible attraction anonymous and hidden from view; in the flowerbed of the furthest corner of a garden gentle delivery...

Forgiveness

Those whited sepulchres would never let me through the ruck
Cherry

I Can't Feel The Guns

Shooting that occurred on boxing day 2007 next to my block on the Aylesbury Estate. The body lay unnoticed for more than 24 hours. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/7164679.stm
Cherry

Incurable

Your pain is incurable. Abandoned by every lover who felt the intemperate shadow cast by eyes that know there is no medicine. At night you fetch juice from the refrigerator,
Gold cherry

Keble College

Dare I admit that I am still lonely and vagrant fingers tap the inside of my skull? Restlessly tango from foot to foot. tightened tendons leave no...
Cherry

Lamentations

This city, once filled with people became a widow, now finally a corpse. This road, a string of asphalt, dangles like a stray limb from an autopsy table.

Last One to Leave on the Last Day of Term

Things will happen when we are away a new coat of floor polish, the piano will be tuned.
Cherry

London Snow

I went to sleep alone yet woke to find you next to me. The white room was filled with an unnatural brilliant light as you broke the morning news, framed at the bedroom window like an arctic fox.

Mourning

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Gold cherry

Never forget smoking

The art of failing is easy to master, and after the first time I rolled a cigarette, the skill remained, honed to a production line perfection of...
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Ockham Mill

It took me too long to understand the sharp angst of winter; the frozen canals, the loss of life to a deep

On Paddington

She stops by the bronze, an instant brief and bitter as espresso, makes her sign ...
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Professor Jones Lectures on Death and Dying

There are many kinds of death and each one a child's. He quotes from Lucretius When death is, we are not at his right hand I drift through the last taboo unafraid of expiation.

Prospecting

By this river, where you were born, I saw you panning the silt of your sadness for something tangible. Perhaps, you thought the dead left nothing the...

Running from Shame

This is what you have feared too long opening old maps to see a pawn shop for freedom selling bottles at eight a.m. You can run from the secret desecration with shame’s sad flotsam
Cherry

Schadenfreude

The paper seller’s ragged call like John the Baptist prophesying price of oil lost homes, job woes lopsided spreadsheets Your bad news is gleeful good those with immune plans survive
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Solar Days of Fruit

Solar days have come and everywhere there is fruit little round suicides of morello cherries and damsons spattered on the pavements.
Cherry

Stargazey

I'm stargazey and you have now gone nebula, a cloud of waste freshens my forgotten depths with a wild-cat cry.
Cherry

Sunday on the beautiful doomed Aylesbury Estate

The rain pools on the roof before dripping twelve storeys down the stairwell; slowly like Sunday’s sorrow on the heart.

The Last Grandparent

I thought my faith superior to that funereal talk of being together and the dead dog snapping at your heels. I am not laughing at your simple faiths today. O God

The Silence of the Bees

Last night I had a dream in which we were scientists. The world was falling apart and people were looking to us for answers. The disintegration started with the honey bees.
Cherry

The silence of the bees revisited

One night I had a dream in which we were scientists. The world was falling apart and people were looking to us for answers. The disintegration...
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This Coma

My world behind eyelids is shapeless now there’s a dark wall no thing can breach. Empty, bloodless spheres ascend interminable sleep. You whisper...
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Wadi Cherith

Ravens came at dawn with bread and meat
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Winter of Discontent

How I covet the stucco fronted lives; soft lighting, desirable postcode of those who had chances and better parents. The acerbic brew spilled from my cups filled pages with resentments.
Gold cherry

Blackberry Jam (revisited)

You said the perfume's to die for; I'd die for less, but remember holding tired onto my father's back in late September. It was a strange brand of...

A pilgrimage of sorts

Just as you round the corner on the ascent of Mount Pleasant, the huge, concrete circle comes into view. She is crowned with barbs, crouched and...