Occasion We stopped at Petts Wood for a group of Chinese twenties, which was odd for the time and the place….
The Ballad of Dives the Rich A howl hit the Charing Cross canopy as Sir Gerald Ashwarlingham-Buckleby swore at the man on the ticket gate whilst…
Dice Advent I had a dream that the whole world had burrowed to Oxford Street but they couldn’t get out because the…
Discharge If you step up on the threshold of the seven thirty-seven you’ll find a lot of newsprint on its way…
Grace Take a linen cloth and screw it up, wring it tight until the fabric tears, peel it long and lay…
Whilst Staring at a Distorted Reflection The best pint I ever had was my first, a bitter, at seventeen (not a bad kid). It was thirty-nine…
Not a Good One Look guys, just give me a wedge to pin my body tight, a rail to grab and stop the body-sway,…
The Lavender Fields We broke from the platform in scattered sun to skim through a suburb of jungle elders and floppy sycamores, daubed…
Misbehavin’ We were all gazing up from our fingernails, some with powdered newsprint hands, some with screwed-up iscreen pixels, some with…
St James’ Park 08.25 Underneath a black and spotted clutch of thirties ironwork, trace-lit by fluorine, condensed to white in damp reflection, backlit…
The Office Move You left a lot of stuff behind me on the shelves: I’ve spent the last two hours dumping it in…
Corporate I flew to Denmark in search of a soul that, I fancied, lived in cyan, bold on an unfamiliar stamp…
Glue the Ballast I had a train set like this when I was young. The service was delayed until lunch was cleared away…
Grating Said the back to the brain: ‘this vertebrate pain is driving my spinal ladder insane’. Said the brain to…
Dramatis Architecti I walk to the building. I enter. I pass Dimitri leaving, who frowns at me half-seen, and step onto light,…
Reduced Function Heat-wrapped and hit semi-conscious on a late week morning, snow icing the highs of the verge and the dawn candescent…
The Truth Within: When the Fifty-Five knocked me down on Oxford Street (and after I’d left my wallet at home) security picked up…
Permanent Way How many sleepers are there on the line to Charing Cross? I wonder if they count them all or whether…
Passion Was I kneeling? They came out cruel, and made a king’s mockery of this man. Purple and red are…
By Goodge Street I’m awake in the sleep of an early end with a cup at my fingers, and the rhythm of Latin…
The Return of the Prodigal The prodigal dragged himself to the last but one crest and collapsed back to his bloodied palms. The heat seared…
My Father is dying quietly in lines I drew, space we flew, paced in mind, rendered sane. I never thought the action…
Worship I want to sing out loud but can’t because I’d frighten others on the train if I started. So I…
Watching You Staring from a window on the south side of Soho was a young Chinese lady with noodles in her bowl….
The Journey Home A humid, heavy yawn folds up the day and marks the seconds on the bright departure clock; scrolling hours unending,…
Platform Proverbs 1 1 A late train is better than a mythic one. 2 Better an announcement clipped with facts than a…
On the District Line One First of July The here is a furnace of touch, where body blood can be felt from an arm’s length if we had…
Change at Beckenham Junction He’s your son! she screamed as he ran off and hid by the photo booth; and she raced after him,…
Short Story Twenty Twelve Hot brown tea on the table blocks the blue water of the pool scored in lines across the panning camera…
Bloody Business I hate this recession, swollen twice in spate to obliterate the banks, to flush solids and spring beauty alike in…
Passing lights The man in the beige raincoat opposite has his nose in a book. He pulls on a frown, and then…
Katz and suddenly I was in this little place in Christianshavn, drinking coffee, eating pear pie and watching the Danes tog…
York Railway Station And do I wish to worship under vaults, eight hundred years of patina peppered to a crust; or in one…
Standard Class A thin mist hangs over the houses and a sharp, white frost in the brambles beside the track, as we…
From a train: February 2006 An open dawn widening eyes and chilling the promise of day, sprung to leap under blue-hung clouds; shredded in light,…
Cross Country A yellow grin is wiped across the landscape in the brilliant sunshine of a commuter morning that shouts Friday, which…
Greek Street It never oozed like Dean Street, where the blooded wet the steps of the Soho Theatre and splay across railings…
upper deck she booked me first and so the blackberry jam and toast struggle for space interlaid with the blotter and gleaming…
Touched on the 19:45 They sat down next to her, him, the urine and the walking stick. ‘Go on, move up away from me…
Elmstead Woods In August the buddleia finally pushes electric purple heads to the third rail, a wave of dancers – jewelled feathers…
Return to Pisa The canvas spans a screen before it folds and Tuscany is shrunk to yellow icon: olives spotted low in dipping…
My Mother ‘Have a look at this’. My father swayed, the living room a trench of obstacles, and wove string-ball to his…
Itching Breath, it is seriously quiet on this train. Look, that girl and her guy are energy-high on caffeine cans but…
Leaving Done Now swimming in a foggy spa, warm as treacle, and people everywhere the same: happy, lost, finding themselves on the…
Discontent A downlighter soaked the back of his hair. “We’re just not made to be people who say: ‘In five year’s…
Autumn of Summer I’m walking to the station through the needling mist. The grass on the cricket ground is grey with dew just…
Cracked I drop my polished, black tile of a mobile on the oiled, sprung office floor and the touchscreen breaks. There…
Littleone Will you remember the mudstraw hug when, after autumn lanes of rippling squirrels, curling beyond the doglost fields, under hops…
Loss of Containment Waste is held at the junction, waiting for a green, overpowered by traction, bound with lead and steel; one engine…