Harbour commute

This morning was foggy and grey. My train journey to work inspired the poem below. Harbour in shades of grey The fog had rolled in as the night rolled on When we emerged from our sleep we found Hills shrouded in mystery And a Harbour daring not to breathe Everything felt suspended in time thatContinue reading “Harbour commute”

History never repeats? Hmm

I have been experimenting with form and themes lately. And repetition is something that has sparked my imagination. Using it to drum home a rhythm or focus on a sound has been a bit of fun. Below is a short work I banged out on a train trip into town a week or so ago,Continue reading “History never repeats? Hmm”