When the Dogs Bite

Wednesday, 25 February 2026

25th February 2026

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It's Frothy, Man

I complain that I'm thirsty

so we wait in line for a concession stand

where Dad buys a Cresta for me

and a Coke for my sister.

I'm fourteen, my sister twenty-one

and our dad is about to be fifty.

We do not belong here.

We are at Alton Towers where families come

and though we are a family

we are also not.

This is the first summer without our mom

and Dad's doing his best

to connect with his kids

by renting a car for the week.

We have days out.

We can't go anywhere not nearby,

because of the dogs

and he won't spend a night away

from the bed he shared with her.

We avoid the rides

and look round the gardens instead.

beautiful cedars around manicured lawns

and snap a photo of the three of us,

each behind a different tree.

We don't talk much

there's nothing we can say

to bridge the divide between us all.

I buy a tiny glass bottle as a souvenir

and on the way home

we hear Renaissance on the car radio

and the Northern Lights

will forever remind me of my dead mum.

Tuesday, 24 February 2026

24th February 2026

living room opened

for Cookie's sofa bed

Widget steals walnuts

Organised Crime

When I was a kid

we used take glass bottles

back to the off-license window

of the Crown at Alvechurch Meadow

tuppence on the beer bottles

tenpence on the litre bottle

and when we needed extra cash

we'd nip around the back

and pilfer the empties from the crates

and buy a Family Bar of Old Jamaica.

The lady behind the counter

guessed what was occurring

and asked where the bottles came from

and I lied and said

we were clearing out the cellar

and has to confess to the priest

before Holy Communion.

Sut surely, I reasoned,

God wanted me to have the money

and offered the opportunity

but no,

It was a test, said the priest,

and you failed.

And now the local shops

lock alcohol behind plastic doors

and meat, and cheese,

and now chocolate;

because what we used to buy for ten pence

is now a fiver or more

and who can afford that?

Chocolate kept in anti-theft boxes as retailers warn it's being stolen to order - BBC News

Monday, 23 February 2026

February 23rd 2026

intent to cycle

the wind is something fierce

and I am lazy

A Reformation

An act of cruelty when I was a child

maybe fifteen or sixteen- after my mother died

and I had taken on the large garden as a project.

When she was still here, and I was wee

I fell into an ant's nest -- now this is Britain,

so we don't have bullet ants or those buggers

who chew their way inside your skin for fun

but we had red ants who bite and sting

and black ants who makes supply lines

into the bags of sugar in the pantry

and spend the whole week depleting the jam-making supplies,

and I fell into the former, of course.

The smell of chamomile lotion still brings to mind

the scabs and welts those ants bestowed.

So rebuilding the high-sloped rockery

I came upon a red ant nest, provoking a ten-year fear

to send me running to the kitchen

and returning with a kettle of boiling water.

I hope their deaths were quick but at the time

it was revenge I was seeking for the crying six-year old inside.

But the next day, when I returned to work some more,

the surviving ants had laid their dead in perfect rows,

as if to display their necropolis to God

and beg the answer "why?"

Sunday, 22 February 2026

February 22nd 2026

broken feet, mended teeth

he gathers the wounded

and loves his best

On Judith Rhead

the 'karaoke queen'

would never score a record deal

or win a TV show

but she was loved in Pembroke

choir singing and caring,

chatting over the garden wall.

her son had problems

moved in to care for her

the window open all the covid winter

"because of her asthma"

absences from church,

from the garden wall,

from her weekly karaoke nights

because she "wasn't well"

and the police had a look

her body in a state

decomposition;

mummification;

a bag tied with yellow twine

over her head.

David Morgan,

devoted son,

ran out of drugs

ran out of money

ran out of patience

and bashed her head in

with a sticky hammer.

if he can't see she's dead

she must still be alive:

she must be alive

for her pension is being cashed

and we can hear the telly on

through the open window.

Son lived with mum's body for months

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/ckg2xn6k2kyo

Saturday, 21 February 2026

21st February 2026

dinner with friends

the echoes of a resonating gong

early Floyd

His Rod and Staff

"It is God's will."

He whispers in the darkness

of a silent confessional

leaning into the voices

from the smoke-blackened statues.

His is the Word of God

and the Creator's words

filtered, interpreted,

while a CD of choirists

plays softly through the speakers

of a deserted pulpit.

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driving toward redemption

the Right Reverend Stephen Conway

slumbers in the House of Lords

while the three people still awake

debate "What is a woman?"

He already knows

God told him

in the darkness of his church

by His Divine Will

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"Let God enter you,"

He grunts in the chill of the vestry

his cassock up around his dangling breasts

heavy from the roasted quail

serves in the private restaurant

lifting his belly high

to release the Staff of Christ

and cleanse the penitent arse

splayed over the child-painted backdrop

they used for the Harvest Festival.

◊

"As God is my Witness"

A print of Mary Magdalene

washing the crucified feet

of the only man who loved her

as he thrusts,

thrusts,

the Will of God

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Once

Twice

Three times.

He is denied,

but in the ornate trappings

of his mortgage-free mansion

his memory readjusts,

allows him Rapture.

Only God

can be his judge

but the Lincolnshire Police

will do their fucking best.

Bishop of Lincoln arrested in sexual assault inquiry

Friday, 20 February 2026

20th February 2026

Happy birthday,

Mr. Mountbatten-Windsor.

You're nicked, me ol' son.

Three Hots and a Cot

She had a plan to help her son

to make a bit of cash and carry on.

"Just put me in a comfy chair," she said

"give all my medicine

and let me dream away the years,

while you can cash my pension

and live your lovely life."

And when she died

he had a thought

to carry on as just as before

but couldn't bear to see her dead

so put her in the freezer.

Woman's body found in freezer

Thursday, 19 February 2026

19th February 2026

heat exchange

considering convenience

doggie door

Februral Dreaming

Night's vast hollow

bleeding slowly into daylight

covering your eyes

with sweet kisses of delight,

luring you with the promise

of misremembered delight.

Succumbing to its warm embrace

you are plunged into the terrors

of an open-mouth howling;

reliving nightmares that plague

all the waking day

wound tight with sheets and ropes

of twisted memory

and there,

below the soft mantle of dawn,

under linen sodden with night's sweat

the promise of comfort

in the warm, cheesy blanket

of sleeping dog snuffles.