Monthly Archives: May 2025

Is this really the house? Number Eighteen, it says on the door. Has the house shrunk in the rain, like wool? Or have I grown too big, Like Alice, drinking and eating Till my head won’t fit through the door? … Continue reading →

Since I wrote this poem the arches have had barriers closing them off and so not available for the homeless to shelter. This is probably because Bradford is the 2025 City of Culture. The building in the distance is the … Continue reading →

Dawn raise its grey head above the horizon and small birds shake out their feathers, find their voices. I also raise my own grey head but cannot find a voice to greet the morning. Another dull day, a day of … Continue reading →

I remember well those golden days when the world was fresh, and I was young and eager, apprenticed to the trade of life. I recall listening to the salmon’s plash in pools of bright water; I see again the quick … Continue reading →