This guitar piece was recorded for a short film titled Pursuit I’m working on with friends. As it happens, I think we’re going to use something else and possibly use this on another project.
How do? I had a poem shortlisted in this year’s Live Canon poetry competition. As in previous years, the shortlisted poems were performed by LC’s actors. Leon Scott memorised mine and it was filmed a few days later. He really brings it to life, performing it with great openness, heart, and soul.
The poem is printed in the competition anthology, which you can buy on Amazon or order from Live Canon directly.
Here’s a song I’ve recorded full of namedropping and shoutouts to friends.
These photos were taken with a Polaroid 600 my sister-in-law bought me. I stored the film improperly.
The storm came today.
I waited in the garden for it.
Wind rumbled around the house
talking through the gate, the fence,
the bamboo chimes we bought,
banging against their separateness:
nothing more than the ghost
of unreported rainfall in the air.
Pay attention, said the gate.
Do not be angry, said the fence.
This is what you came for, said the road.
You are a body, said the rain.
The wind chimes banged together
as when a river flows out
under low-glinting sun. A tear track
reflecting dusk, mirror white.
No water between its banks
Stir the curry pot
warming on the stove
while passing to get wood.
Torch in hand, stars are familiar.
Arms full, into the warm.
Building the fire, small bits first,
a mite crawls on kindling.
Lift one piece out.
Everything’s already aflame.