Bluejay

Birds now, birds wondering if the solid earth will hold them I dreamt I was falling last night, and woke so quickly it was as though I had never slept at all.   You were dying, we spoke a little when we had to, ate when you could. I remember the feel of rubber wheels…

Digging

Firstly: pine needles and little fibres, they peel away under my fingers and I can toss the hedgehog hordes of cones aside.     Three inches: there is earth, deep, chocolate rich and sugar sticky. Shards of limestone like glacè cherries confess in shuffling chorus lines.     Two feet : a scrap of gray…

Damage

The only way that the time is made up for is no issue. Who wet it up or out, as if to say Heroes who only die Will never fly Into the river wash Say ‘O!Oh red, oh tree. Oh tree cut me.’

100 Hours

I found out you were dying 70 hours ago, and boarded a plane 30 hours ago. I spend 2 hours in Tokyo airport, where they don’t sell sushi in the terminal, except in a very expensively priced looking restaurant which is closed anyway because it’s 5am in Japan. The dream of eating sushi in Japan…

A Revolutionary Deceit

This is a Revolutionary Deceit, as though what you thought was rain was sand falling from the faces of a brick wall Here knights jousted – right here Ignore the overgrown nettles and brambles   See the way that the children of White Yew have spread from the entranceway now the new bricks are only…

500m from L4010

Into an arc the path is thrust, needle strewn with nature’s lust and springing forth through trudging shoe as squirrel’s chitter ‘neath the blue and verdant green the beeches rise to catch the force of summer skies. The limestone pebbles dash beneath a gift the forest floor bequeathed beyond the hoarding river’s run that glitters…

A High Lake

  Stepping out of the car in the little gravel car-park is a relief – the smell of warm dust has become overpowering, and the mountains have been beckoning for days. Half an hour before we ate a cluster of wild strawberries below a roaring waterfall, and watched an elderly lady walk up the steep…

Rail

She stepped in front of the train and that was that, the commotion roused me from my place at the kitchen table (did I tell you I built model aircraft?) and when I stood at the balcony a tannoy began to burble and not much else happened, so I went back to gluing wing spars….

Growing Away

The way my heart broke when the little boy walked to his classroom by himself for the first time, was the way a tree feels as the moment comes when there are more leaves lost to the autumn than those that remain. It was a pang known to so many parents, those tentative steps that…

Dachstein

This is not a travel blog. Well not in the conventional sense. I’m always awestruck by those people who seem to be gaily skipping around the world, taking razor sharp images on their smart phones of sunsets, gothic cathedrals and exotic cocktails. Actually awestruck is a bit disingenuous. I’m jealous, and kind of pissed off….

The Ashtray of Europe

I shouldn’t be at all surprised that my father died from lung cancer. Nearly 1 in 3 Austrians is a smoker, and it has the highest rate of smoking of any OECD nation. On average each adult smokes nearly 2000 cigarettes per year.

Sauerkraut and Citröens

Citröen 2CV   The car is a jolly cerulean blue, with a folding canvas roof. It’s a 2CV Citröen, the gear shift pattern is upside down, so you push the plastic ball forwards to engage reverse, and backwards to get into first gear. The tyres are tall and skinny, closer to bicycle tyres than those…

Karst Cinquain

She will walk beneath pines gasping within winter footfalls mark a metronome count that will bring this world into snow rhythms and catch the limestone gaze mountains project each day.

Shudder

Right out loud I have to go And maybe it’s just me I don’t know He is a great guy I’m not sure what that means But I know what he is doing so; We have to get out and get out of the curtain and hide in the tall grass the bamboo. At the…

Forest Stream

Into you The smell of cardboard and damp carpet and that little space in the shed where it is quiet and still. Stay there long enough and you can feel safe again as if you were so young that you could never bleed. Find me a path in the forest where the earth is rich…