Haiku and Other Miniatures

Anticipated
Life’s never better
In the sunlight
The view may be
So slowly
Alcohol, the only wormhole
The music on the radio
This peaceful quiet
Illness stole
After the cherry blossom
Fallen cherry blossom
Less sting, more
Asking the class to imagine
Amid the latest little pain
Nothing more
Here at the window
Special Birthday
February: the small tree
The house of childhood
Five o’clock
Few are the visitors
In West One right now
Fag break: either side
Day after day
These clouds
The cloud pinked enough
Utter stillness
A tree touched with sunlight
My eyes hadn’t even
Why did they
February
His stumbling path is overhung
Trying to be content
Praise-word “fantastic”
Sometimes in the silence
Passerby
Fear is not the last word?
Passerby
Each year works its magic
Denture removed
This year insists
Posing boldly
Click! However old you feel
Strange craft crossing the water…
To see the same faces
A level gaze might be enough
Our window on eternity
Bottomless, the place
Those? They’re just your things
You say the best
Our life: a fleeting admission
Winter poem
The lights of Canary Wharf
Passing at night
Passing at night
“This is Mudchute”
Just then, even now
Winter night
Close ordinary pub talk
“Fed up of being poor”
New Year’s Day
Mulled wine’s nice
Early winter: trees lose
Early December
Armchair, November
Pub, half past two
Pub, two o’clock: outlasted
Of all the songs in the world
Today life outruns my words
Closed doors
Wind gets up
Suddenly pulled back
It can take years
Duck pond, midnight
The General
Autumn gust: seems all that
Don’t leave
Takes a while
He was who he was
Traveller: cold rain dripping
The fence post is not so thin
In ten seconds
Such a little thing sometimes
Here in the Brompton Cross
Pubs in late autumn
Brompton Oratory
The traffic outside
Two middle-aged tourists
Bunch of Grapes, Brompton Road, November
Days meaning shuts me out
Sleep – a clean operation
So new the pen and notebook
The last visitor gone
Even the old man
The forever I took
Let the silence bless the room
Till you painted over it
The Dolphin Inn, Hastings II
The Dolphin Inn, Hastings I
The outlet pipe
Above the autumn sea
My mind is spotted
Owner and half the lead
Now each memory of you
Legionaries, guildsmen, clerks
We three, a wine bar
That bowed head going past
Strange cries, attached to nothing
Before rain sweeps in again
Tonight, happy to be closed in
Make the most of the view
The hand I was dealt?
Three Young Mothers
Contentment
Cold indoors at last
The tree’s protection is not
Late night cocoa and
Oblivion
October: we might think
Raindrops sparkling in the hedge
T-shirt and shorts still
From space
In The Mirror
Is this how it worked?
Autumn wind stirs
Quarter to five: the action’s
London bus, top deck
Late September
Having a good laugh
Head down
In no time
People scurry about the streets
Busy behind the counter
Dipping my net
The wind drops
It’s the ritual
A few beaded strings of rain
Summer day
The churning sea
The bronzed giants gone
You can cut a swathe
Two piles
Still pristine
There just are journeys when
A tap on the shoulder
The camera picks out
A year on the crack in it widens
It’s when the street lights
Gaunt, unshaven
Honest, all I wanted at five
In my own home
These strange moonlight rides
Some day you’ll look back on this and 
You walked in my shoes
In my noon I sweated and swooned;
Heading out, hunched
Within his dark madness cloud
Where’s the light of your smiles now?
Your swarming roads
Only my words
Hearing them in the pub
How did we ever collide?
Climbing the winding stair
Splayed on the window
Passing a crowd of
Today I have almost no words
“Excuse me.”
Feeding morsels 
A long night of radio
Parents being led
It’s always the older person
The ceaseless backdrop
The masked family
Rain densely stipples the canal
Holidaying alone
I sail from pub to pub
The talk’s of facing fears
In one arm a new purchase;
The youth must learn
The simple freedom
London lives seem at home
The four that were here
That gnarled tree
‘Twixt thought and finger
A burst of voices
The tree has come into its fullness
Waterlow Park, Highgate, June
Regardless of who’s gone before
Mid-afternoon two women
A moment on Highgate Hill
In here, songs from
The Archway Tavern, 2023
At the end of each day
Late night
So white, so innocent
Late night silence
When my house goes dark
Gripping your briefcase
Straightening your tie in the washroom
Day after day
All you got
One thing leads to another
This window’s a stage
You passed so quickly
She walks quickly
I never liked you more
Sitting here day after day
Alone, an outrider
Arrival: hugs, kisses
The spirit of this place
Unsure of my next move
Another day
Kensington Gardens, May II
Kensington Gardens, May I
Flexing my hands
The strangest privilege, life
Again, this window on life
Hearing the children playing
Passing by, almost a ghost
Here’s a candlelit memorial
Just Where I Sit
These milky days
Envying his poems
Turning away from holiday adverts
Nothing left but peel
Syrian Desert, April 2023
A band of light appears
What should remain from yesterday
Here in the heart
A woman kneeling
Staring emptily through
Running out of reasons
Offering up my eyes
Girl on a skateboard
It’s nearly three a.m
On a dull day, waiting
Like my mind, the clouds
I spent weeks
Those days at home
This rain looks nothing
How far to angelhood?
Do what with it?
Surrounded in a pub
Headphones on
To milk that much laughter
Even though
Young men in the pub
Nothing more derelict
Seen from inside
Curious passerby
Today
No choice
In the spinning seconds
Cutting edge: forever
I am alive, says the squirrel
A few distant fireworks
Stepping across the threshold
A fringe of russet leaves
As you head for
Think: the window view
Root and branch
Against a wintry white sky
A winter’s day
Never done with novelty
2:30: a street lamp
2:20, Queen Square
Sitting right here, right now
To sit somewhere
Walking under a bridge;
Slowly, so slowly
Autumn afternoon
Just by quietly
Die trying
Smoking area
Four o’clock: not a leaf stirs
Taxi through the dark
Radio silence
You who threw bombs
“I” walks, past your closed faces
The Hope, Smithfield
The Punch Tavern 
Fountain Court 
Fountainhead
Pub-snug now, there was a time
If this were the cruellest universe
Here’s my window on how
When in sixty years
The future you’re running into
Alone, I am the keeper
At the crossroads
Today, expensively remote
Alone
Though the view
As I stood watching the free climbers
The cynical sophisticate in us
All hunched on the church steps
All alone, he talks
Tattoo’d bar girl
If this bus-length strip
The last thing
Through the window
Clouded outside
Gentle breeze stirs the blinds
Far distant beings
Thankfully, this breeze
The fast fading sound
Without distress, the fly rests
The resting fly
Books
A Tiny Fly
Wind-blown, and not content
Memory these days
So quiet tonight
Humanity
"You are on the vibe!"
Stratford station, 11.30 p.m. II
Stratford station, 11.30 p.m. I
The Olympic Park, Stratford
Passersby
In the west, the shutters
First the light in the garden
Just the endless
The time I could have saved
Each fun palace
Frosted glass
Silhouetted
All else fails
Happily married
That man's trajectory
Another child's turn
An unclouded moment
Man walking, on his phone
A student walks
Midsummer evening
Midsummer
Midsummer
The sunset is old
Sunset's already fading
Old School
My King, My Country?
Woman in a Red Coat
The street empty of people
The thin clouds
Pain returning
All being well
Clouds
Anoraks in May
Can England ever
Mind befouled
Hospital: even before
More than relieved
The day after, the sand
Afterwards you slid it
No brain sits so deep
The road ends here
To love the ancients
Yesterday the doctor
Life goes on; so that once
Through births, marriages
The football season
The football season
Waking up in hospital
Patience is a long gut
Hospital Waiting Room
A moment's lapse
Don't want to see it back
Wheel me down
Here, hospital drawersful
Randomly met by the railing
Five minutes
Returning
London
Work, family, work
Still, it was a shock
Seeking more light
For this dreaming child
No matter what
These tiny leaves
Winter storm
Winter storm
Failed. And suddenly
Merest corridor
Tearing open the envelope
"Live every day." XX
"Live every day." XIX
"Live every day." XVIII
"Live every day." XVII
"Live every day." XVI
"Live every day." XV
"Live every day." XIV
"Live every day." XIII
"Live every day." XII
"Live every day." XI
"Live every day." X
"Live every day." IX
"Live every day." VIII
"Live every day." VII
"Live every day." VI
"Live every day." V
"Live every day." IV
"Live every day." III
"Live every day." II
"Live every day." I
Hand in hand with Daddy
Left the seat warm
In all the crowd one
These ghosts
Thermopylae
The mist's half-hearted
Sitting on the toilet
One winter robin
Winter stands on ceremony
A thousand times that view
To rise early
Winter afternoon
The Serf
Winter dusk
Winter afternoon
Surprised, on a grey afternoon
Wetherspoon's III
Wetherspoon's II
Wetherspoon's I
Glancing into legal chambers
Seconds counting down
Your job is to wear clothes
How many millions
Without their phones
Fetter Lane
Tonight, glasses misted
How many times a day
Hurrying down this street
Sitting here oblivious
Chasing the poem
Late at night
Just enough light
First the bars
The dinner party set
Looking up to see
Two taxis and a plane
Voyager (Reprise)
To look back on a time
Sun rises, sun sets
Lonely
To you
Tonight
Somewhere
Of all the worlds
Slowtime, Cygnus A
Even as the last light winks out
The tattered flags
The last lights go out
Reading her old letters
Press a button
A day so quiet I thought
Millenarianists
Step into the stream
London
A gull
Any Excuse
Her swaying hips
Life changes. Forgotten
From the heat
Running hopelessly late
Each year that passes
Weddings: where they all gather
Women you barely glance at now
Bus home to Stratford
Lit up
America
Cosmos, sometimes
Well-knit, in
I know
A fine dust settles
With patient plodding steps
Forming within
Voices raised, doors slam
Five minutes ago
Those journeys spent
It was the afternoon
Each year on holiday
April
Spring clouds
Oh for a mind
Spring comes
A cap, an ear
To just sit and watch
Every spring
I speak and am answered
For those passing by
Dining on the terrace
Shoulders slightly hunched
Happy to be hacking
Applause ringing
How generously you applaud
Strange relief
To learn to love
Those thousands of days
Quietly dropping clothes
Even in death
Death Song
Knowing every mark on the wall
Yet another night
And that one over there
One more night
One more night
You want to cut your wrists
Shrugging off
Wintertime
I'm sorry England
And before Time?
How very precisely
As the writer picks up her pen
To start a diary
A life
In vain I cry
All too human
Oh to be a bird
Reaching reluctantly for the off button
TV extinguished
He fears their kindness
Don't carve
Sweet relief for the tongue-tied
Winter afternoon
Snowfall in London
The belated Christmas card
One day
The moon
Hardly aware of them
Mid-January
What can you do
Rhythm, beat a track
This song soon becomes
From the bright blue shell
Last year's poster
New Year's Day
31st December 2020
Home on Leave
Slow up too much
Three days from Christmas
Fat Woman Revisited
'A' stands before us
He hesitated
If you like
This poem
The streets seem emptier
For now at least
Scrubbing my dinner plate
Through the window, lifeless grey
Passerby
November
Space is deep
Indoors, just before bedtime
Night silence
When the hour strikes
Every Sunday
Where now the ticking time
Growing older
One more night
Armchair visions
Almost numbly
Penalty Shootout
Late September
It rained earlier
Through frosted glass
What is it
Downtown parking lot
Saxophone plays
Becoming You
Flowers in bloom
September: the very word
Nothing more demanded
Her young face
People you see
Young Bar Worker
Face masks
You can't walk out on this
Two little girls
A tiny sun
Two young people
The pub at lunchtime
Red tractor
Illusionless I'm staring
Thrice blessed the curtains
Advertisement II
Advertisement I
Madness - seeing the advert
Youth
The first hands to clap
Saying goodbye to you
Sunlight Through The Blinds
Creeping clouds
Five months of
Face Masks
Trying to breathe in face masks:
Grainy webcam
The face mask's
In the raucous restaurant
Proud of his song
Trapped beneath the dog's
The electric fan
Spider still hangs
Dinner with friends
Going to bed now
I never seek to compare it
Can see the sunset
"Many Worlds"
The moonlight
What's love?
After the courage to ask her
Wave after breaking wave
Overhead the clouds
You gave the order
A butterfly flaps its wings
To Disappear
Graffiti
Succulence of a steak
Months of Covid confinement
Eighteen and a half years
The breeze
Grandfather
The slow evening
Pulling back the duvet
Gleaming white car passes one way
Unmourned
Pacing through the hothouse
…As long - as long as
Isolated
Wanting less money
Humiliated
You ran away
A ringtone breaks the silence
To do what?
Pandemic
In the darkness of our street
February day
I, dumb follower
So many nights
Suddenly a magpie
Urban Study
Flying: taking stubborn pride
Flying: someone's taken
A wheelchair too
How thick and furry
November already
The cat will drag out
November: the cat's cry
The city stuffed with
To speak a language
The train curves
The seats
The old woman drops coins
I can't do it
Creatures of the pond
For ten minutes
The results are in
Come upon suddenly
People have spilled out
Oxford. Early evening sun
I barely occupy this alcove
The fledgling that flapped
Following younger flesh
Drinks both catch the light
Youth has the temerity
Following younger flesh
Between shifts
To find your way randomly
These salt and pepper mills
Hearing a song
Highstepping it off the train
Airports, bus stops, streets
Stranger
Are they still together
Pub laughter
A David different
Quietly enjoyed
Tourists, sometimes
The Astronomer, Middlesex Street
Home from a trip
Home from a trip
Home from a trip
Look once at a stone
Night in the city
Trainee
The Office
Office joker
Oh modest, moderate Earth!
It makes no difference
UY Scuti
Moth's mini-movie
Quantum spirit
Indulge me tonight
One more night
20th July 2019
A man hurrying
Happy are they
Moth fluttering next to
Sapiens, you flicker
Reading haiku
Clear water's filling
Early May
A gull doing recce
Things just randomly left
Glacial, unearthly
This precious hour
An hour now, tiny in prospect
The teeming billions move through me
Once, I laid cities low
For the three days it roared,
Another self-contained life
That endless bank
It was spring
A vast continent of cloud
Oh the sky's changing
Sit here too long
How recover for a moment
Planes - it's as if
Birds - dart and plunge
Fading echo of the last bong
My weight has tested
1899-1917
Work to be done
I know it's not right
There!
To look at me
More new names in old places
Still just about humanscale
Winter sun
The wretchedest have exchanged
An accusation
The universe
Ah, one foot
Barely alive long enough
A decade's nothing
Farmboys mostly
What's truer
Christmas over
New Year 2019
Her mind drifting
Woodpigeon flies out of
Pale wastes of sky
How long do we have
A shaft of winter sun
Tiny darting birds
The faintest shade of blue
Christmas lights
George, 1967
Space
What's stuck fast in me
To leave work tonight
There, all in white
Fallen amputee
Pumpkin
Rickety sticks
It's hard won, comfort
The dead moth
Cold September night
A moth
Moth seems - not dead
Early September
Afternoon: softly
Late August
Half-naked in August
Late summer
Victoria, late August
Late summer
Late August: you think
Such beauty wasn't meant to be
Slipping down the aisle
Cats, misunderstood
Of all places
The Last Tube
You'll recall the shape
Dawn chill... Hug that thought
Over the hump
Stillness
Summer drought
Hanging basket, sunlit
So many football matches
A child's summer's day
Early morning, District Line
To enter
Will she still
While we were prattling
Killer
Killer
To be not lustful
Our ears aren't made
It marks a divide
The scuttling mouse
Tails neatly curled
All the faces I've said "no" to
The tang of my sweat
Early morning heat
Rewind the years
Passerby
AD 2150
Let it go
Almost a crime
Faraway sun
How like friends
What well keeps
Travelling
Blessed state
How strangely we prize
Tattoo'd they sprawl
Approaching tube train
Haircut
When you're low
Losing the Bank Holiday crowds
Random stranger
Bank Holiday sun
To be alone
Each one that strides
Beneath this dazzling sun
Diary shows 127-238
The Regular
Sometimes it's enough
Let nothing befall
Half past one
Departure board
Lest we forget,
In the city
Snowfall
Winter dusk
The sound of an empty can
No-one loitering now
Back and forth swim my floaters
Deep winter night
From root to tip
Winter tree
Alone, less than one
Still the fly buzzes
Nothing wrong with
How used you get
Old photographs
Fridge, computer
Ah but how many
Each time you look back
Every night there will
Is it playing with death
To live another day
Forever waiting
My London
Passing the pub
To carry that memory
His stabbing finger
Wheeling my luggage
Windy day: overtaken
Fifty-seventh Christmas Day
Winter trees:
About time
Not enough hair
The first snowflakes
Christmastime
Christmastime
A cold night
Solitary steps
A cold night
A borrowed seat
Freeze-frame the office
Scar tissue
Last year - illness
Cold winter night
When the oncologist said
Remember a time
There comes a point
This is my holiday
Through each receding doorway
People come and go
Eagle & Child, Oxford II
Eagle & Child, Oxford I
Oxford: squirrel disappearing
The ordinary strength to
Screams: they run: we run
Confinement
The last hundred pages
The fresh smell
Out on the veldt
In this pub's back room
Make the most of
October: two woodpigeons
October
Each autumn
October wind
What is lifestyle
A circuit round
Grey autumn Wednesday
Year grows older
October
October
October finally
October
Schoolboy slowly
Big Ben strikes twelve
Travelodge, Monday night
August Bank Holiday
Terrorists
Takes some defiance
After the holiday
Watery sunlight
Happiness won't hide
The treatises, speculations
Life still insists
Please let me
Close to the hour of sleep
Sixteen - the sleepy afternoons
At seven, no words
A hop, a skip
When I was three
Eight: skinny-ribbed trembling
Under-age drinking
Sunlit, unhurried
Rush Hour
Each generation
The Hoop and Grapes (1593)
They put electrodes in your brain
Boy-girl talk, in a field, at night
Star size comparisons
Ordovician, Silurian, Devonian
Sunset clouds
I lost my diary
The smooth young arms
Sidestepping the dead pigeon
Only fleeting, only once
The lovemaking
Learning, finally
We are not machines
Her emerging breasts
Thunder
Beauty: still the eyes
Almost sorry for
How whimsically extravagant
The faintly dispiriting
A constant balance
April Sunday in Green Park
Two young oriental women
An argument: he leaves
Feast days are rare
The eagle shares
A giant teddy
Queuing at VRE Reception, Moorfields
Alexander at the Pyramids
Measuring the drop,
No bird ever
The skylark
Melancholy
Youth
Fifty-six times so far,
These precious
Big Ben
Cold winter's night
The Traditional Pub
Castle Terrace, Bridgnorth, Boxing Day
On Christmas Eve
She expertly
Imagine your smartphone
Laid out those trousers
Cursed God so often
Ready to cross
Aiming for the one moment
Brighton beach, sunset
A Bench on the Esplanade
Close up, mottled and whorled
Brighton beach, sunset
Brighton beach, sunset
The tide recedes
Sunset on Brighton beach
Over there the sun's metal cools
J.W. Lennon's, Brighton
Four at the bar
Newly arrived
This is it, land's end
The fleeting familiarity
Staring at this
Brighton II
Brighton I
Phoenician trader
There is always one
Stiff haltered beauty
That dizzying, plunging
One more night
One more night
One more night
Your life keeps accepting
One more night
Two men sitting on a harbour wall
Growing old thinking about
She held back the forgiving word
This moment too
The hum of the fridge
Suicide
Late summer night
Brompton Cemetery III
Brompton Cemetery II
Brompton Cemetery I
The Bayswater Arms, Mid-Afternoon
Getting Slightly Drunk
Two men waiting
Lizard's universe
Summer's day
Summertime: we're worms
All the colours
The office door
Gazing out of the window
Solitary man
Nothing in its
April: your team
At last a gleam
Marching protesters
My books
Still awake at four
Four o'clock: now
Winter solstice
Day succeeds day
Pining for the old streets
On we go, body
Late night
High winds
The meals we had
Half past four
November
Just glad not to be
November leaves
November
November fog
The spirit of November,
Eating meat
Blackbird
Blackbird foraging
Today is business grey
Before the final descent
Prepping for RT
I suppose the wasp
At some point
A man wheels his luggage
Two Italians talking
Radiotherapy
Summer's over
Because you weren't there
Precious - the glint
After heavy rain
Migrating clouds
How to avoid the hospital
Nothing on earth
Today, bright sun
Watching ants at work
No last rites
How long can you sit
Sun in cloud
Sun in cloud
Just going about our business
City Music
St. Paul's
England, where some days
Garden in August
You probably won't know
Ah, growing older
Hovering insects
Lifeless day, viewed behind glass
This moment frozen white
On these bright blue days
While there's birdsong
Just sitting here is enough!
World shrinks round a dying thing
No family of his own
Scaffolding rises
Looking back
To let go of life lightly
Headstone
The clouds
The Garden in May
I am a lens
Twirls her pen
A Tuesday Afternoon in May
How many people
The Betsey Trotwood, Clerkenwell
Beyond the high fence
Man with Parkinson's
Spring
Recovering From A Prostatectomy
Good memories...
Big Bang
Hospital
Light after light down this tunnel
The clean white cutting edge
One more night
Time's inexhaustible spectrum
Baggy T-shirts, back to the bar
"It's great - they play Sixties music"
One more night
Pole to pole
Another day
These bookshelves were full
Couldn't stand
The orchid in bloom
Dank grey afternoon
March is border country
Evergreens
Nothing to say
Leafless tree
March: skeletal trees
Stripped of their gold
Daffodils
Clouds rise peak upon peak
One - two - three - four - five
Hospital Room
Woodpigeons in February
Commuters on the Virgin West Coast Main Line
At the door, aware
The modern office, so impatient
Nothing deader
Friday night: how it mattered
Friends, Romans, countrymen
Southwark Bridge
Walk slowly through the city
Something about her
Back in your old room
Winter's prickly trees
I've sat here too long
A robin, I hope
Hoi An, dusk
On The Road to Hanoi
Country Girl, Laos
Trouble and pain
Aching bones after
Nong Khiaw III
Nong Khiaw II
Nong Khiaw I
Tourist
Shiatsu Massage
Tuol Sleng (S-21)
Villa Langka, Phnom Penh
Open the window a crack
Stumbling from my tent
Nothing fills the world
Crossing The Millennium Bridge
Umbrella
The Old Bell Tavern, Fleet Street
Look - flowers
After The Accident
Sunfeathered Sundays
The tatty old bear
Coming back from the doctor
After the doctor
Coming back from the doctor
The nightwatchman on his rounds
Night in the city
Nothing keeps me company
Making the rounds of the years
Five girls on a train
Being Young
In This City
A stranger's passing glance
Running in September
My Ghosts
Had we eternity
Had we eternity
Had we eternity
Had we eternity
Had we eternity
Had we eternity
Had we eternity
Had we eternity
Okay, just let me
Lads with skateboards
Poplar
Look up from hurtling traffic
Angel In The Fields, Marylebone
Sky News
Taxi Stopped in Traffic
Those gnarled old hands
Words heard the first time
English Summer Days
It was as we passed
These poor sunless days
Passing teenagers
The Old Thatch Tavern, Stratford-upon-Avon
Sun re-emerges
In provincial towns
Flotsam
Train Journey
Train travel in May
A day without ambition
Even street preachers,
Midwinter
Windy old day
Sometimes, just to be
Oh no it's not cricket
Nineteen thousand tomorrows
Stratford, 1 a.m.
Flight Attendant
Rush-hour Shinjuku
Snow-capped mountains
Bathed in electric light
Kamikochi, Early Evening
Japanese courtesy
The waitress knows
It's not always the shrines,
Rosy from the onsen bath,
A haiku is still a haiku,
Through the train window
On a grey day
Lost in her thoughts
Tang of adventure
Waiting for a Train
Couples
Hyde Park IV
Hyde Park III
Hyde Park II
Hyde Park I
Walking in Crowds by the Serpentine
Fifty-two
At the station's mouth
Your other life waits
With each step you take
A day bathed in your radiance.
You often have only seconds
As long as your lovely
Fag ash summer, cold and grey
In this teeming world
Lincoln's Inn Fields II
Lincoln's Inn Fields I
The colour of dirt
Rerum Cognoscere Causas
The ceiling fans whirl...
Will they recall
Shopping Mall Blues
The Golden Age of the Middle Shelf...
Ten past eight, Leytonstone High Road,
Never lost his hunger
Running late for work
I yearned for a joy
Cursing your life
Pigeon - your subtle
How hungrily
Madeira, Easter Sunday II
Madeira, Easter Sunday I
Old derelict house
No afternoon
Colour once bloomed through
Vista II
Vista I
Madeira, Nightfall
I feel coldest where
The waves' night music
Transparent, bloated
Dream
Word To An Alien
City Streets
Winter fog
Under heavy skies
Radio
He sits facing the dark
The White Lion, Bridgnorth
A bedbug, I've crawled
Grey morning after
Elusive in the end
Modern pubs: no smoke
Solitary men
Her skintight jeans
He slaps the rolled-up paper
Up on the big screen
Fleeing the past
"You're kidding me"
Talbot Square, W2 III
Talbot Square, W2 II
Talbot Square, W2 I
Unsentimental
To have at least
North Greenwich Arena, August 2012
Wedding Photograph
A modern dog
Primrose Hill IV
Primrose Hill III
Primrose Hill II
Primrose Hill I
A man who loves
Sometimes
Streetlamps, neon signs
"Do you like my shoes?"
To be that man in
Amid the endless
How capture Toulouse?
Today - diggers, drills
Here and there a smile
No world beyond these
Lost in their own thoughts...
Man found hanged today
Cold rain-sodden day
Nothing bluer than
The old champion
The way old people
Eternal sadness
Fountains Abbey, 4th June 2012
What silent passion's
The last commandment
Wind blows away all
Great dome of St. Paul's
Ducks spreading deltas
This pub's encrusted
Contrasts
Small Businesses: Funchal
Afternoon declines
The hot, steep-sided
The sea. Or there'd be
Those out walking know
It's just a pigeon
Tiny waystation
She stepped inside her
Restless eyes - all those
Surrender to her
At The Barriers
Inside Dream #649
After The Fire
Frying bacon, eggs
Stephen Hawking
You're never too old
Still that frisson - how
Lurching down the aisle
Capture that moment
Suddenly alone
You say you're moving on
Cry of seagulls, and
City of light, glint
Itsu (Health & Happiness), The Square Mile, Sunday
The Square Mile on a Sunday III
The Square Mile on a Sunday II
The Square Mile on a Sunday I
Cunard Place, EC3, Sunday
Look-no-hands cyclist
A pub of strangers
Bank of Friendship, Highbury
Streetcorner: fished out
Green shutters dozing
Eyes keep turning from
Wait long enough and
Dodging cars, yapped at
This old shuttered house
A tug doggedly
Tell me kings don't lose
Those untrodden paths
Why just now at the
To go deeper in
Almost caught the ball
A lighted window,
The Wargrave Arms II
The Wargrave Arms I
They can't lighten or
Basement of Pret a Manger, Baker Street, February
A girl leans out of
Train Travel in Heavy Rain
Winter thaw: the trees
Robin on a branch
Voyager IV
Voyager III
Voyager II
Voyager I
When all lies frozen
Robin alights, as
Bare wintry branches
Couple in earflaps
The Blind Beggar II
The Blind Beggar I
Holland Park, Early Autumn
Lunch Party
Talk's like a river
Kensington
I'll preserve your lunch
This café abuzz:
Art in negative
If your body is
"Hoo-ray, it's Fri-day,"
Chelsea Gardens III
Chelsea Gardens II
Chelsea Gardens I
Deepening twilight
Sunshine and hailstones
He has his photo
Why linger here? Well
Sunday clouds becalmed
Old women catching
Same breeze blowing cold
The dog died so soon
The town square clock chimes
Changing Leytonstone
Times without number
George Peabody
Dragonfly and I
Vast ancient cedar
Yakushima
All I need is here
Happy to travel
Sudden dragonfly
Map lies forgotten
Cameras clicking
Under Miyaji's
Young Tokyo women,
England, October
Preachers' Corner
The Lord Clyde, Mid-Afternoon
Earthbound: only a
The Iron Duke IV
The Iron Duke III
The Iron Duke II
The Iron Duke I
Another guest room
The sea glitters with
A seagull flapping
Big bang. Smashed window
Parents with Small Boy, Christmas
The Windsor Castle IV
The Windsor Castle III
The Windsor Castle II
The Windsor Castle I
Football
The Larrik, Crawford Place, W1
Midday in the Jebel Sahro
Battery run out
Jebel Sahro, Morocco V
Jebel Sahro, Morocco IV
Jebel Sahro, Morocco III
Jebel Sahro, Morocco II
Jebel Sahro, Morocco I
The Marlborough Arms, 2.20 p.m.
The sea never tires
The upright swans rule
Blue skies, trees, duckpond
Leamington station,
Hanoi's lake shimmers
Gingerly, pylons
Regent's Park IV
Regent's Park III
Regent's Park II
Regent's Park I
(Alternative) Summit Meeting: Opening Address
Glasses on their cord
Fat woman waddling
She'll take in young men
Madeira, Stormy Tuesday II
Madeira, Stormy Tuesday I
Speeding Train
Two Girls on a Train
People on a Train
Her pale body buds
Trafalgar Square, October Evening II
Trafalgar Square, October Evening I
August Bank Holiday, Fitzroy Tavern
August Bank Holiday, Central London
Huayna Picchu
Each step uphill is
If Only
Thirty thousand feet
I do not know you
Berkeley Square II
Berkeley Square I
A woman's bare arms
Another View of a Mugging
Aftermath of a Mugging
Pub Mystique
This New Year
St. Luke's, Chelsea, January
Almost-End-of-Year Haiku
Two Foreign Lovers
The Princess Louise, Holborn II
The Princess Louise, Holborn I
Bloomsbury Square Gardens, December II
Bloomsbury Square Gardens, December I
Walking fast, phone pressed
Walking Home
Pod-job over with
Outside the station
You can't do or be
The invincible
Millions of us
Finsbury Circus
Today's pain will die
Bank Holiday II
Bank Holiday I
Green Park, Autumn III
Green Park, Autumn II
Green Park, Autumn I
Embankment, July
The Shakespeare's Head, Holborn
St. James's Park
The Pig & Whistle, Liverpool
No earned gravitas
Man in a blue shirt
Street Hawkers, India
Taj Mahal
Traffic Roundabout, Jaipur
Happiness is a Cold Beer and a Good Book
Enervated by
Black billowing trees
Spending The Night in a New Home
Alone at forty
Maximilian Hotel, Prague
Street fills with the flap
Café, November:
La Closerie des Lilas
A long afternoon's
Outside: Paris thrums
One more night alone
Crossing Southwark Bridge
Fields of frozen mud
My old pencil case
At the year's dark end
Last night's plates unscraped
"Close the door, sit down"
Garlicky fingers