Monthly Archives: March 2014

We’re live

Two thousand and twelve, it was, when I tried to do it myself, but twenty-four months later and we’re live….

By Goodge Street

I’m awake in the sleep of an early end with a cup at my fingers, and the rhythm of Latin…

Cross Country

A yellow grin is wiped across the landscape in the brilliant sunshine of a commuter morning that shouts Friday, which…

Dice Advent

I had a dream that the whole world had burrowed to Oxford Street but they couldn’t get out because the…

Discontent

A downlighter soaked the back of his hair. “We’re just not made to be people who say: ‘In five year’s…

Dramatis Architecti

I walk to the building. I enter. I pass Dimitri leaving, who frowns at me half-seen, and step onto light,…

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,…

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…

Leaving Done

Now swimming in a foggy spa, warm as treacle, and people everywhere the same: happy, lost, finding themselves on the…

Loss of Containment

Waste is held at the junction, waiting for a green, overpowered by traction, bound with lead and steel; one engine…

Misbehavin’

We were all gazing up from our fingernails, some with powdered newsprint hands, some with screwed-up iscreen pixels, some with…

My Mother

‘Have a look at this’. My father swayed, the living room a trench of obstacles, and wove string-ball to his…

Passing lights

The man in the beige raincoat opposite has his nose in a book. He pulls on a frown, and then…

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…

Reduced Function

Heat-wrapped and hit semi-conscious on a late week morning, snow icing the highs of the verge and the dawn candescent…

Return to Pisa

The canvas spans a screen before it folds and Tuscany is shrunk to yellow icon: olives spotted low in dipping…

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…

Standard Class

A thin mist hangs over the houses and a sharp, white frost in the brambles beside the track, as we…

The Girls

It’s Friday, and the sun is low: I wanted to work but couldn’t, so I picked up my pen to…

The Journey Home

A humid, heavy yawn folds up the day and marks the seconds on the bright departure clock; scrolling hours unending,…

The Office Move

You left a lot of stuff behind me on the shelves: I’ve spent the last two hours dumping it in…

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…

Littleone

Will you remember the mudstraw hug when, after autumn lanes of rippling squirrels, curling beyond the doglost fields, under hops…

York Railway Station

And do I wish to worship under vaults, eight hundred years of patina peppered to a crust; or in one…

Watching You

Staring from a window on the south side of Soho was a young Chinese lady with noodles in her bowl….

Bloody Business

I hate this recession, swollen twice in spate to obliterate the banks, to flush solids and spring beauty alike 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…