DOG-EAR

DEEP READING

Pete Lewis — Thu, 16 May 2013 09:34:48 +0000

Norm

Pete Lewis — Mon, 13 May 2013 09:30:03 +0000

London’s backwaters

Pete Lewis — Fri, 10 May 2013 20:01:01 +0000

12:00

In my hideout away from London in N1, I can hear birdsong and smell the sweet burnt coal from the boats. City noises evaporate and nature resounds.

High-pitched whistles and tweets from the birds push away the heights of crowded buildings, and the clouds are visible once more.

All I dream of is here, in amongst the concrete mass, yet so far removed. Urban sprawl conquered by nature’s sprawl. Lapping water carrying cares downstream.

And in the summer here, it is heaven. Only clouded by the thought of a full turn of the clock.

13:00 and London returns.

Gorgeous

Pete Lewis — Mon, 06 May 2013 20:05:43 +0000

NO FUEL

Pete Lewis — Thu, 02 May 2013 09:25:23 +0000

Sick Day

Pete Lewis — Thu, 02 May 2013 09:24:53 +0000

Discreetly sneezing into an elbow
(always your own)
in accordance with the latest advice
You are the master of cold and flu etiquette
Until, feeling bolder, you remove your cardigan
You forgot about the sodden tissues
stowed in sleeves
now raining to the ground
Your colleagues pretend not to notice
the two-ply chemical weapons you’ve just unleashed
Later they’ll say
She should have stayed at home.

I Am Lumpy

Pete Lewis — Sun, 28 Apr 2013 20:13:03 +0000

VERY NOT GOOD AT SPIRAL

Pete Lewis — Fri, 26 Apr 2013 11:08:24 +0000

Mr Anxious

Pete Lewis — Fri, 26 Apr 2013 11:07:46 +0000

Blue Bicycle

Pete Lewis — Tue, 23 Apr 2013 20:05:47 +0000

you drop it right there
your blue bicycle
in the almost-grass of april
and it sinks in
just a little bit
like a tired dinosaur
the blue kind
i don’t know all the kinds
you talk about them a lot
but i always forget