Carved
That night, I carved strange symbols Into my skin, The asymmetry of my mind Becoming strangely Geometrically ordered shapes On my forearms, The only part of my body I ever… Continue Reading
Florence Cat – a eulogy of sorts
Those who follow some of my other social media will know that Florence, our oldest cat, died two days ago at the grand old age of 17. I just wanted… Continue Reading
Radioland
The day before yesterday was the end of an era. It was the last ever Stephen Bumfrey show on BBC Radio Norfolk. I was fortunate enough to be asked to… Continue Reading
One Month Later
One month later, the rucksack Is still not unpacked, my backlog Of poetry and fiction still digital, Untranscribed to hand, dreams Left to moulder in sterile boxes Of electrics. The… Continue Reading
Zikaden II/Cicadas II
Ein neuer Tag. Die Zikaden surren im Friedhof. Heute ist Beerdigung, und ein Altes Leben muss gefeiert werden. Dem Tod wird kein Wort gegeben. Die Kerzen sind in der Sonne… Continue Reading
The climate crisis – and the disgustingness of dog owners
Let’s just be clear – the dreadful weather we are having in the UK right now is directly related to the climate crisis, just like the extreme heat ravaging Italy… Continue Reading
Moon Rise
One of the most magical things I have ever experienced happened on two successive nights in Agios Nikolaos – we saw the moon rise from behind the mountains across the… Continue Reading
Zikaden/Cicadas
Die Zikaden schweigen im Schatten. Der Tag war lang und schwer. Der Wind ist zu warm. Hier am Friedhof beim Meer Sind die Bäume weiß bemalt. Die Farbe schmilzt in… Continue Reading
Crete
I have reluctantly washed Crete From my skin and dropped The dust of travelling into the Bin in the room’s centre, such Is the loss of leaving. In dreams, my… Continue Reading
I am back
I am back, but won’t be updating this site for some time. More important things to do.