Riding Strange


Riding the train to Osterley, The cuffs of my shirt dig in, Unsettled and weary of the Unnatural position I was in.   This strange crisp shirt, This odd little tie, These awkward lapels, These ankle biting shoes.   It was all very strange for me. Was I wearing it right? Did I look the…Read more Riding Strange

The 8:18 (Delayed: 8:24) To Liverpool Street


I saw a man on the train I saw a man on the train Words revolving in his brain His aged head bowed down Upon pages which told a story More ancient than him. But as the train shuddered to a halt He shook himself from The calm voice inside his head A moment of…Read more The 8:18 (Delayed: 8:24) To Liverpool Street