snowbound train

only the wifi

gets through

field of snow

a flock of geese

with no feet

Published (2020) Failed Haiku Issue 73 page 120

Public Inquiry

the middle classes

squabbling

(Public Inquiry into Restricted Byways, Hull February 2018)

snowfall

on crematorium roof

melts

sheep haiga

buddha haiga

snow Buddha haiga

Autumn cat waving

a movement unseen

by Basho

Korean facemask

removed, but

I still look the same

The Beast arrives

is the owl outside

aware?

(expecting the arrival of the ‘Beast from the East’ spell of bad weather February 2018)

so many haiku

but

so little time

New Year

a leaf falls to the ground 

and turns over

a field

full of llamas

in England?

scrolling down
to my age group...
...the last

Published (2018) ephemerae Volume1, A, page 43

LHA Ref:
ephemerae 1.A, April 2018

Living Haiku Anthology

Published (2019) All the way home: aging in haiku page 294

discarded newspaper

still on my hands

the words

a no haiku day

well

maybe not

bowel cancer test

in the loo

playing poo sticks

men look at her

I steal a glance

my wife looks at me

Basque morning

behind me

Franco’s ghost

Friday night

that time

without emails 

the blackbird

in the breeze

stalks a leaf

Ash Wednesday 

abstinence 

I forget

through the window 

Flamenco girl 

old teacher watches

that moment
when
the streetlights go off

keeping their distance

early morning smokers

guard the hospital

rosary beads
smooth and polished
decades of my life

Published Poetry Pea 29 August 2018

Living Senryu Anthology

Living Haiku Anthology

defiant robin

red-breasted and curious...

...ignores me!

Pamplona

running the Estafeta

pinchos and bull’s breath

from a passing field
the solitary heron
watches my train

blue

Iberian Sky

reflecting

the heron

cranes its neck

for a landing place

Catalonian mountains

snow-tipped

defiant

remains

of a dead fly

behind the curtain 

graffiti

only complete

when the door closes

Barcelona Sants

alone

with my paella

in my e-book

a squashed bug.

how?

dark morning

the hooting owl

sounds sad

they make clouds

the cooling towers.

I tell my daughter

winter sunshine

glinting off the name plate

on the coffin

early morning owl

awakens me

but too early 

winter owl

hoots

like spring is here

two candles

three bells

Body of Christ 

boys...
do...
...cry

(ekphrastic on Boys don’t cry The Cure)

at last
Friday
I’m in love

(ekphrastic on Friday I’m in love The Cure)

wind-farm blades

rotating, majestic

but why?

cloud-bouncing turbulence

an experience

Basho never had