For the Time Being

ForTheTimeBeingcreatespaceBookCover5_5x8_5_Cream_210-webWhile working on my next novel ‘Bums’ which will be published in the Spring of 2015, I have been distracting myself by putting together a volume of other bits and pieces, called for the Time Being.

It’s going to end up as a 200 page paperback book and will be published in late October or early November 2014.

For the Time Being is a bringing together of short stories, plays, poems, snippets and other fragments of my writing. Some of it is brand new, other pieces have been lurking in drawers for decades. Some of the work has been exhaustively edited while some is still red raw. Some of the work has already been published on this blog in one form or another, some of it emerged as I was putting the book together.

I don’t know if the book has any commercial viability – probably not, but I don’t really care – it’s primary purpose is as a distraction for me and something for me to read in my dotage – the pure essence of self-publishing if you like.

There will be more information about the book on Opening Chapter’s website when it’s available.

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Glastonbury 1998

It was 1998, 27 years after my only other visit to the Glastonbury Festival. I’d always wanted to go back to see if it was the magical mystical place that had stayed with me and influenced my life so much.
(There is an account of my experiences at Glastonbury 1971 – here)
I wrote this poem the night before I went back with my family in 1998.

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About the Journey

It’s not finished yet, this journey
that began when the first eyes
opened, to a universe unknown.
When the composition
was a mystery.
When colours melded
into one space-less blur.
Before the images resolved,
and a birth shook the world.

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Passing a Day

I’m a little monnn-key
sitting on a biig-tree

This is what I see
This is what I see Continue reading

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Go on – Try it

Go on – Try it.
A dog
a large brown dog
a large brown dog on a lead
going nowhere
but it doesn’t care
try putting a wolf on a lead
and taking it nowhere
go on
try it. Continue reading

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Old Poems 2

The second instalment from the old poems book dated 1970/1971

Click here for the first instalment

Feeling very good and
knowing what we all should
I smile

Looking all around and listening
to the best sounds
I laugh Continue reading

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Old Poems 1

These poems were typed in from an old book dated 1970 – 71 on December 26, 1993 and re-edited a little bit for blatant typos only during June 2014. They are still a bit raw but I’ve kept them like this because it’s a link back to when I was a teenager and it would be a bit of an imposition to edit them from the perspective of a 62 year old man.

Notes: I used the pen name Del Brennan at that time. From Del – a shortened form of Derek and Brennan – my mother’s maiden name. Continue reading

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Finding a Voice

From The Words in Me

Finding a Voice.

They say find your voice,

these esteemed poets.

So I tried.

I looked on top of the linepost

and there it was,

so I thought.

I crawled under the shed

and the worms cried

so I heard.

I wandered into the kitchen,

turned the tap on,

so I drank.

I looked in the attic, the bedroom, the garden

and the outside loo.

I looked in my shoe.

Then I looked in the mirror

and opened my mouth,

and there it was,

I’d swallowed it.

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Tossers is a surreal pointless play first presented by Michael Kelligan as part of the On the Edge series of script held performances at Chapter Arts Centre in Cardiff. The play includes three poems one of which is included in the extract below. Continue reading

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there’s a fire on the hilltop

fire on hillThere’s a fire on the hilltop
There’s a fire in my heart
And it’s always been there
Since the very start

There go by the engines
The engines there go by
But they can’t put mine out
So they needn’t try

There they go again now
Racing from the hill
They’ve put out that fire
But mine is burning still

The memory was sparked off by the smell of a grass fire alongside the motorway. I saw the smoke first, smudging the spring-blue sky above the road ahead, I thought it might be mist or fog, but it was too dry and too late in the day for that. Then the sweet-acrid smell of a grass fire seeped into the car through the sun-roof – tilted open to compensate for the non-functioning electric windows. I love the car, it’s an environmental baddie, an old Rover Vitesse Turbo; it drives like a confident oil-baron and swallows a hundred miles of motorway without taking a breath, but it’s done nearly 200,000 miles and it’s disintegrating. Continue reading

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Desk Calendar

There’s a calendar on the desk in this office. One of those ones that show just one day. You’re supposed to rip a page off every day – and display it in a position that can be viewed from all angles. Just in case you forget what day it is. But this one shows yesterday’s day and date which happens to be APRIL 7 WEDNESDAY.  Now there’s a thing it doesn’t show the year. What the fuck year is it?

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Should One Worm?

Should one worm,

stop me eating peaches,

for the rest of my life?

It all started years ago

There is a picture

of me

There is me

and my family

on a summer

The peach was lush

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The End of the World

On July the twenty-fourth
the world will end.

If not then,
then certainly in the year two-thousand,
when the New Age dawns.

All from all time will have to account
for their behaviour, and will be judged
according to their ability.

So only the dull will enter,
the gates of the Abattoir,
and become Angel fodder.

Time and Space, here and then
will be gone as if,
as if,
they were only
ripples on the divine mind

But for George and Tim,
and Mary and Louise,
the World ended in 1998,
when they died,
from cars or cancer.

It’s no big deal,
the end of the World,
just another statistic,
but no-one there,
to record it.

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Everyone should have a cat,
if not their own a borrowed one.
The cat will sit and clean its fur,
wiggle its claws inside its ear,
stare at you from time to time,
sneer at your silly rhyme.

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Different Directions

The days are different. Each day is different than any other day that has gone before – significantly different. Certain things are the same on many days but even those things are different when you zoom in on them. What does this mean? OK – elaborate. You can go into your (or any other) garden, or a park or a field, or I suppose, go and look at a roadside hedge. Choose a leaf. Study it. Go back the next day, at the same time if you like, and it will be different. It will have grown, or decomposed, or become wetter, or drier, or droopier, or perkier – and that’s just one leaf – even a rock – even a diamond will be different from one moment to the next. Some things will require a higher zoom, some things will be obvious, some things will cease to exist between one day and the next, and some things will come into existence. What does that mean? Time is the path through the tangled mess that is the universe – inner and outer (what a fucking cliché – sorry). Life is awareness, life is best when it is simply lived. Age comes to us, we move towards it – we are actually time travellers – we think we can only go in one direction – forward – but how do we know that? Answer – because we remember what has happened before and we can’t see what will happen in the future. But maybe that’s only because of the direction we’re looking in.

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Rolling around – being blown – blowing – blown. I am blown through the universe – buffering – buffeting, being buffeted, blown and buffeted – through a universe of song and colour – everything – all of it, a glimpse, a snap, a snip a flash of breath, a spark, a one of them, too many clichés and the meaning is lost – too many words the same – There is, this is – a Time Space cubicle – it is in this cubicle and in the cube or is it a sphere – a ball, a world – a planet, and there under a blade of grass a chiv of life, light, feeling, and the light, the light the right, it’s all there here round and down and up and spherically shaped – – – – – – there is nothing to wait for to look for to hope for – it is here – now – the time space bubble bauble – inside and everywhere and then and now and then of course it is of course and you know it – you have to – no – should – should will – in the end discover – unearth find it always gleaming dreaming and worlds and planets and galaxies and universes and inside, deep inside – the light – the truth + time to learn and time to be and it is a start to finish / in between. So there so there it is it is there – Look.

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My Dragon

My Dragon

it is time again
it has been long coming
poking at my consciousness
in the night – asleep
or should be
but it nags
it is my dragon
I woke it
demanded its breath
it resisted
said – let me lie
I am sleeping
I said – you are a dragon
not a dog
it sighed
and complied
now it nags
when neglected
yaps, bites
sometimes snarls
I sigh
and try
to comply

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Everything Changes

Everything Changes


The rush of existence, the crush of the game
Everything changes, it’s always the same

Open the basket, dig deep inside
Gorge on potatoes, boiled, mashed, and fried

Scrub up the carrots, dice up the swede
Add in the garlic, and that’s all you need

Wait for the winter, remember the snow
Laugh in the sunshine, relax in its glow

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Some unedited odds and ends

Works in Progress

The Shop

there’s a shop up in Albany Road
– a supermarket actually
it’s always rammed
trolleys jammed
students, suits and shirkers
academics, social workers
it’s too much for me
I’d rather be
in bed
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A visit to Margam steelworks

A Visit to Margam Steelworks

Roads meandering
Imposing structures
Imposing structure
Meandering roads
Giant Nostrils
Disgorging Clouds
Winds disturbing
Black noxious dust
Railway tracks
Slow-down bumps
Black puddles
Yellow jacks
Fat flies in the portacabin office
cheeky flies
flies with confident looks
licking their feet on
the mayonnaise roll
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