Sunday, April 13, 2014

Week 47 #330 - Collaboration w/ Paul Hawkins



They watch their Lucy’s bowels empty through tears,
rips and punctures.
Scott Bindey whistles, fighter`s leap into van.
Local paper leads with close-up of Long`s in grief-huddle,
gory details, another picture –
Bindey, cuffed, peering through net curtains,
uniformed men bent under
the deadweight of fighter dog`s body-bags.

Paul Hawkins

Tuesday, April 08, 2014

Week 46 # 327 - Collaboration w/ Paul Hawkins


You ask
how I feel my way
over manhole covers
traffic cones
prone bodies …
with a tap-tap-tap of the stick
noticing the spaces 
counting paces
resisting
the urge
to crawl
on all fours
pavement traces
cambers
I haven’t learnt to distinguish
rain from piss
entrance from exit
just yet.

Paul Hawkins

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Week 45 # 320 - Collaboration w/ Paul Hawkins


Payphone outside a mosque
donkey, mule
women dressed in black, olive,
grey red, black olive grey r-r-r-r-red
stiffened,
flat shoe, scrawny cat
babies hang on backs of mopeds
pink pink pink orange p-p-p-p-p-p
ink
i-n-k
line of yellow taxis taxi before take-off
satellite dishes all serve the same directions.

Paul Hawkins

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Week 44 # 318 - Collaboration w/ Paul Hawkins


Seventy quids-worth of pound coins in my pockets
from the one-armed bandits,
slots, fruit machines, pokies -
I just can’t leave them be
the smash is what dragged me under.
I did look old for my age
not that you care -
another body
another shift of stat-bloated admin.

Paul Hawkins

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Week 43 # 307 - Collaboration w/ Paul Hawkins


… so orf we wen,
 ovah hacknee wayz,
 wannna witniss some ov da sheet
 goin’ daaan, dint we?
corse we fucken
well did an wot a fucken site
pig carz on roves
 in tha middle ov da street;
fire larms ringin,
dem yoof was robbin
an thievin from dere neybourz shops…
Paul Hawkins

Sunday, March 09, 2014

Week 42 # 296 - Collaboration w/ Paul Hawkins


Concussion.
Clouds smoke furious against chalked blue canvas;
herbal skin, a rorshached nose:
running up Muswell Hill backwards.
Everyone looks yellow;
the custard girl
on the phone booking the ambulance.
I can’t get a grip,
a grab
or a hold
on the mojo bag;
juggling worlds
into a catherine wheel.

Paul Hawkins

Sunday, March 02, 2014

Week 41 # 294 - Collaboration w/ Paul Hawkins



It was stinking out the alleyway;
thick tail, oily fur, exposed pin-ribs
impaled on a well-sharp stick,
teeth bared in fuck-you …
A fly landed on its head,
crawled into the mouth,
disappeared.
I stared,
waiting.
The next day maggots
made the rat look like it was shivering.

Paul Hawkins

Friday, February 21, 2014

Week 40 # 285 - Collaboration w/ Paul Hawkins



But what if the insect, the snake and the horse
were already dead?
And the man had sweated and stretched out,
and swore and sweated some more,
itchy, and drowning (like they had done)
in a forty metre deep pool of grain;
no water to tread in a grain silo.

Paul Hawkins

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

John Bennett Shards

picture by Henry Denander
Please check the link below,
to see one of my recent works
used by Shard writer
John Bennett:


John started Vagabond Press,
which is now Hcolom Press.
Look around his site and find out more -
You can also sign up to receive his
Shards by email -
and Thanks John. much appreciated = Cheers!

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Week 39 # 278 - Collaboration w/ Paul Hawkins


find a public library;
 ask to send a fax (you may be charged)
 to your own surgery with your instruction(s)
 being sure to include the fax number
of the dispensing pharmacy
to which you wish your own surgery
 to fax your request
 providing it is sanctioned (by your own surgery)


Paul Hawkins

Friday, February 07, 2014

Week 38 # 269 - Collaboration w/ Paul Hawkins


Sideshow Freak Hologram
Nineteen-twenty Grand Piano reclaimed in theory,
tip it and move it; palms deadweight.
Aeroplane brakes.
Angles; water on an iron frame,
the empire strikes back;
jet engine, velocette strings

and iron filings.
Morse code,
man made;
a heart of gold in an iceberg:
grey veins.
Scapegoat, gunshot.

Paul Hawkins

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Week 37 # 265 - Collaboration w/ Paul Hawkins


We stood close to the edge of the platform

and felt the warm wash of a passing roll-on,

roll-off freight train, reading the container tags;

Maersk, Borgestad, Hapag-Lloyd, Hanjin, COSCO:

as the station tannoy screeched

please stand clear

this train does not stop here  

as if

Paul Hawkins