Sideways Station

Start with the and. Select a photograph of someone you have lost or crossed, shared days then parted ways with and watch it softly (think of a gaze on tip-toes), five minutes for each side, first at the picture, then at the picture gone, turning slowly, clockwise, like time itself until you have a good emulsion in your mind.

Listen to the poem here Life is an outbreak of Hungarian measles by which I mean the diagnosis never was nor will be found in scrolls or textbooks. When life comes round, however much you had been looking out for it, it never is quite what you did expect. It might turn out to be... Continue Reading →