Wednesday, 28 October 2015

The Ghost of Mayfield Station

Calling out the same name
Over and over
The sound varies constantly
Before cutting out
Like a chewed up tape

Echoing with a sadness
Bordering on the verge
Of a panic
Almost like they are
Pleading for forgiveness

In a broken sadness
Skipping through
All kinds of turmoil
Of a love clearly died

Left on the platform
No matter
Whether cold or warm

Bordered up
For who knows
How long
Waiting for the
Last train home.

(According to, Mayfield_railway_station Manchester Mayfield is a former railway station in Manchester, England. It is located on the south side of Fairfield Street, next to Manchester Piccadilly station. Opened in 1910, Mayfield was constructed as four-platform relief station adjacent to Piccadilly to alleviate overcrowding. In 1960, the station was closed to passengers and in 1986 it was permanently closed to all services.
After years of abandonment and many proposed development schemes, the station roof was dismantled in February 2013. The site was used for Manchester International Festival in July 2013. Planning permission was granted for conversion of the station to an entertainment venue in November 2013.)

Wednesday, 21 October 2015

Best of Bolton 2015

Awaiting confirmation of another big announcement which i can't reveal yet and i believe i have a poem appearing in a book shortly, but in the meantime this blog entry which is on my wall from a bit back ( has just been accepted into the best of bolton programme 2015 at the octegon theatre here ( for 7th November @ 1.15pm.

Now to remember to get tickets.

Considering I forgot about it in 2014, but did get things performed there in 2012 and 2013, I am pleased with this.

Big Style. 

Tuesday, 13 October 2015

Thursday, 8 October 2015

Late last bus from Bolton

Calloused into a whisper
The loss of your love
Hangs around Moor Lane Station
Next to the market

Burying kisses
At the back of the town hall
Where once you shook Peter Kay’s hand
Into a pasture of love

Stretching past Sainsbury’s
Near the Sweet Green
With our love becoming shapes
Chipped by the moonlight

Clamped in the rain
Asthmatic in the silence
Of rail replacement buses
Just off Tynne Street

Next to the old GUS Building
And Barclays
And the Cattle Market
Just on Orlando Street

Flooding Blackhorse Street
In a headlight of emotion
Speaking against the wind
Like a annex trapped in a bubble

Preserving undated memories
Concaving multitudes
Over books of memories

Never to be seen again

Kissing goodbye
Once again in the rain.