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