In my bar are some little stools, Often Just shoved, Under a table, rarely used, Another chap asks ' do you mind?' "Pouffe; of course" I wave, 'No need to be like that' he says. Still sensitive, these days, in the dales.

Cricket season starts, Storm Dave there to check the wicket, Durham serve the tea. #haiku

America not being a signatory to a number of treaties does not mean that international law does not exist. The US is conducting clear war crimes, and boasting about it. They should be treated as a pariah state. They definitely shouldn't be getting a Royal visit.

Tiffin, Whitby, a quiet place, to meet a girl, opposite 'Smugglers', that might have a meal with a potato product, to suit a hungry tourist, down stairs , for atmosphere. Next door a display of fancy watches hung on nails, Prices almost visible as the lazy pointers. Batteries available when sold.

Every morning, I think 'I could do that' A quick wash, then walk up that hill. Yes, every morning, just be careful with the pills. The bus stop, past the traffic, Yes, I can do that, Every morning, Another step.

Yesterday evening, for the second time in a year, the Met Police raided Westminster Quaker Meeting House and arrested a number of young nonviolent activists. STATEMENT: www.quaker.org.uk/news-and-eve...

Through the slats of my blind, a bright, white , light, almost round. A target for NASA's astronauts to aim at, in an event for my grandchildren to remember as I did inthe'60s.

I leave my kitchen light on, Because, in this calculated summer, The light outside, Will always be brighter, Than the darkness at home.

Mick Lynch "Nigel Farage is a racist." RT if Mick is right.

This gloomy spring day, Dark clouds? Just hang the washing out, Do not fear the rain! #haiku

I was only having a laugh!

Confused blackbird sings in its Afternoon, welcoming me home Without knowing why, But I notice, The Robins, try to overpower each other with piercing tweets, Ignoring the magpie's squawking fights, vital in their worlds , Not in mine, But I notice The emptiness No-one there for me.

Contemporary art, behind is a dated factory, and to the right the Gulf of Stirchley

A grandson fun day, Adventure, Lego and art, Dinner to finish. #haiku

'A choice of pain or time?' Hard grit, these professional questions,

“Sakura” in Japan. Cherry blossoms symbolize the fleeting nature of life, mortality, renewal, and spring in Japanese culture. ☺️ TT: ThaoThao Yodo station, Kyoto

Nearly 70, and no television, I must be behind on screen time, I'll have start with advice from an optometrist.

Activists have been putting up these signs around the Fairford Airbase from which the US is bombing Iran. Lets not let their activism go to waste.

We knew what was wanted, Even when unspoken, Their Will never written, printed or invoiced, It was obvious, inside us, fairness guaranteed, down all the years And never to be let through the fingers of anyone who had lived in our world,

I’m delighted to announce that my debut poetry collection, ‘The Way the Water Held Me’, will be published by The Emma Press in the Spring. Available to pre-order now!

Just track a bus back, They emerge from a bus nest Next to the railway! #haiku.

Sorry. Couldn't Resist...

See the wasp chewed first, Take your turn, and don't be stung, Sweetness takes some time. #mpprompt

It's hard to photograph this flock of white clouds being bundled away by the rain clouds moving in.

The artist, on show ,tonight, Likes her images broken, Just like this haiku. #haiku(broken)

Lined up for an exhibition opening @ikongallery.bsky.social , Angela de la Cruz, at 17.00, but 'Medicine' cafe at gallery closed at 11.30, incase it is embarrassed by customers drinking mochas!

I made a mistake, AI stepped in, made things right, So I'm back on track! #haiku.

Like a butterfly, I twist and turn through the station crowd Does the butterfly know where it is going? Or how to get there through the spring breeze, or, knowing what it wants or just hope, that where it arrives will be in some way better than where it was; the crowd behind,

Cocktails make a noise, The ice cubes are the problem, Just leave them 'till last!

Children run and laugh, A brass band wecomes the blossom, Spring in Brindleyplace. #haiku

Rory likes adventure, A new flavour, crack a poppadom, Follow the waitress Here and there, Rory likes adventure, Ok, a spicy pea, sometimes a shock, a drink of water, Follow the waitress, Rory likes adventure, Rory likes adventure, Now the motorbike, Controls, indicators,

I'm late this year with my warning: Watch out for the biting things in the bracken and heather. In spring they can be torpid, sleepy, on cool days, and, slow to creep away, when, surprised, strike, out at bare feet and hands.

Didnt I tell you mate? Don't let the mixer, Come to the crossing gates, Too late now, there will have to be another way; go with him , up and around, through Esk Valley cottages. The gears grind, some weight will have to go, or it all will set!

Tid, Mid, Miseray, Carlin, Palm, Paste Egg Day. A rhyme from childhood to remember the running order to Easter Sunday. It’s Carlin Sunday tomorrow. Soak peas, boil & reheat in butter. Serve with salt, pepper and vinegar. Followed by Pumping Monday (not having any this year cos we are in the caravan)

Tramp as 'artist explorer', both visual and literal.

A medical emergency!, What happened? Why? Go on there, No choice, but to comply, Occupy the Icu bed, Morphine, Drips, I saw the pictures,

I gave all I could, You demanded more than that, We had no love left. #haiku

Message in a bottle from my mother in law-"had to go into a care home, so no 'phone"

Grandad's trowel had to be wrapped in cotton, Any mark would leave a trace, His job meant smooth walls. To work he'd walk the miles Down the 'old line', Left behind, When the mine exploded A century before, Now there is an unused tower as a memorial. Over his shoulder his 'bait', made up at dawn.

Bezos wants everyone on 'Prime', invents another reason, to have his spined fingers in their pockets.

Carapace open, The red dot of a ladybird flies Between arguing magpies.

Just the day for a deckchair in the sun, For Brindleyplace cherry blossom fair ..with goosebumps.

Just seen a brimstone butterfly by the railway in King's Norton, Birmingham UK. My first this year. I hope it finds some shelter before the next train!

I blame Abigail next door for allowing these primulae to invade our weedy border. Spring eh?

Two pigeons consider pairing in the tree above me, the blue and orange evening, seeming Conducive to spring romance. No cushing nor cooing, This is more insistent, Rough treading, not wooing, Soon ends any chance. The clumsy birds clatter along, To land in a distant hedge.

Sun in the spring afternoon, Robins tweeting a fight, And the first flies probing the stone, for somewhere warm.

It must be cool, Walking carefully around; Flats creaking on the fake wood floor, a calyx skirt open to the world, no-one is looking, we pretend.

Boots suggest, quietly, To make me sit up and listen, A free 15 minute hearing test, at one of their out/inlets, All listed, surrounding me, Appointments in March, but the dates passed. I'll have to keep an ear to the ground, for the next release!

We're at @musicvenuetrust.bsky.social's Venues Day in Shoreditch seeing how co-operative models secure grassroots music. Music Venue Properties has saved 7 venues by purchasing freeholds as a Community Benefit Society. Community ownership is the key to long-term stability for live music.