Stubborn
When she unlocks the cellar door for The first time in a decade, the Familiar scent of the damp takes her Even further back, to her first time. She switches… Continue Reading
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Sequence
The order of things, of everything, Is unclear in the mess of paper On the huge desk in front of him. Putting all these memories into Some kind of chronology… Continue Reading
Collar
His collar is steel, gilded In red silk or whichever colour Matches his clothes of the day. Sometimes it’s the colour of His skin, and only if you look Closely… Continue Reading
Fortuitous
Today’s glorious warmth has made Me homesick for Crete and the village That’s become my home. I went for a Long slow stroll in the sun and Watched the rush… Continue Reading
Grimace
I stand in the garden for the Duration of a cigarette, my Shirt off, in the heat and the Sun, trying to absorb as much Vitamin D as this final… Continue Reading
Return
That’s where he first learned The real speed of words. The Clack of the keys, the bell and Rasp of the return, a satisfying Cacophony of mechanicals, And the soft… Continue Reading
Infiltrate
INFILTRATE after Sun Tzu He waits and watches Until the bodies of his enemies Float past, on down the gentle River out to sea. The bloated Stench of them satisfies… Continue Reading
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
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