Monthly Archives: January 2014
Is this even a poem?
So I spent a day and a night without electricity. There are no faults in my flat, it is simply that the meter ran out. I don;t know how it does but it seems to lie. This is something that … Continue reading
Two Small Stones
The couple of days before pay drag me out into a sort of thin grey ennui sludge so I have failed the past few days to post but here are two for you: I am still not seeing myself, … Continue reading
Small Stone 25th January
So as I said in my previous post I have done little today but sleep but sometimes it is what we all need. Boring as it may be I have written you a small stone about it. I set several … Continue reading
Stuff What I am Doing/Running/Performing.
I will be posting a small stone for today at some point even if today I have done little but catch up on sleep and prepare for the radio show tomorrow however I thought it pertinent to write a blog … Continue reading
Small Stone for the 24th
So I seem to be mostly writing about my walk to and from the bus stop, I have been boring this week. I have no umbrella as I have lost or turned to crane like wrecks all the ones I … Continue reading
Small Stone for the 23rd
Here we go: The tarmac has that brittle half frozen quality puddles contain islets of ice, hard to imagine days when it all but oozes in the sun. I have been comforting myself with longer days urging myself onward cold … Continue reading
Small Stone for the 22nd
I am keeping on trucking with these… There are some cautious forming and other already pink buds on trees lining my walk from the bus stop. One of the spikier more barren ones has a black leather glove folded … Continue reading
Small Stone for the 21st
Here is today’s small stone. I roll up a sleeve, expose my left forearm, a white expanse, a clear conscience, save for the splotches of green ink that would not wash off, ‘’I am a ridiculous person’’ my inconstant … Continue reading
Small Stone for 19th
On Sundays I do a radio show where I talk to a writer each week about writing. Small stone this Sunday is about that experience. I haven’t been to choir in nearly a year. Through radio I am relearning to … Continue reading
Small Stone’s 17th and 18th January.
I went via London on my way back to Manchester and wrote these two small stones. I have forgotten a make up mirror, cursing the moonshape I left behind. Egged on by Siouxsie Sioux in my head phones I … Continue reading
Mostly Nocturnal Scribbler 