Prose

A Weekend Under Heat Lamps (published by Forward Poetry, 2014).

Early trains and picnics, a medley of classic party foods, a jigsaw of past memories, huddled under towels on cliff-tops, as sea breeze wrestles the Sun’s grip. Drinking cheap whiskey in the confines of an ancient B and B, before spending the bank holiday weekend under heat lamps outside bars. Passing time with slurred laughter, telling stories since forgotten, taken by the evening breeze and out to sea, lost in the icy-froth of waves. On the walk back we stop briefly at the place where a man fell in, before leaving with the arrival of Monday morning rain, on the same train that carried us in.