A Crossing Bell

I rang the bell. I had been about to pass it, having heard it rung, mostly by children, almost constantly for the past two days. Something called me back, to approach it. Maybe it’s because no one else was around and I saw my chance. I rang it. It sounded louder than when other people…

Poem: Grey Timebends

I wore my glasses to see it better but there are sea mists today that occlude ocular aids.  Nature as boss, as it should be. We can barely see the great chimney – tallest man in any room – our changing estuary did not feel like putting on a show. The rest of the sky…

life & death & secrets & sharing

I managed to find a quiet spot, in the shade of a little bush that sounded like it was whispering. Leaves that flickered in vertical half-rotations like the royal wave. Lots of people had come to the cliffs to watch the chimney get blown into the ground. There was the polite general hubbub of strangers…

The Beach Boys Are In Us

I don’t want to alarm anyone but The Beach Boys are in us. Like, right now. All the time. Even if you hate them, you cannot fail to know them and know that their sound is Their Sound. No one sounds like The Beach Boys. Few – and growing fewer – of their fans were…