Every month should be October
When days are warm and nights are cold
Those sweaty days of summer over
And leaves rain down red and gold…


The seal thrashed and wiggled to climb the muddy bank to bask with her family, friends, and wait for the North Sea tide to come back in so they could swim back home to their watery village, a post-industrial haven, half a mile inland.


Said Nature to Man your work is a mess,
look at it here in Dungeness
Nothing remains between your concrete posts
But a few straggly wires a-waving….

in case I forget..

The River rumbled, the cold air blew Blackbirds called from where they flew Graffitied bridges, graced the path Where the…