Flashback

The siren passes, and the blitz of blue and yellow flashes past a moment later. Then all is quiet. From the spacious front seat of the National Express coach I have panoramic views across Leeds' city limits and the M621. The coach smoothly accelerates under a sign for London and Wakefield and we join the... Continue Reading →

Monsieur Douane

Monsieur Douane, 'I'm sorry'. <<Je m'excuse>>. I did not realise that there were customs; at Customs. I simply thought your dog was cute. So I stoked it. Was <<NE TOUCHEZ PAS LE CHIEN>> really necessary To bring to a close a moment of tendresse humain? N'est pas, c'est pas la peine. Never mind, it's not... Continue Reading →

Paris: a poem

The river has burst its banks and armed police parade its flanks. It seems nature and man have turned against this once great city. But in the shadow of the cloud a woman and a man walk arm-in-arm and smile. And out of the cold city dusk I feel the touch of their warmth in... Continue Reading →

Flying Cat

I pass a small group, a family perhaps. The boy is clutching a scruffed kitten and laughing. We catch each others’ eyes. He throws it at his brother. The kitten lands, paws outstretched, on the boy’s chest. Everyone laughs. ‘Do you want it? ... 1,000 dinars’ 'It’s a cat from the street! It’s free, I... Continue Reading →

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