Time of Your Life

What time are you? At half past is about when thunder cracks Plates tilt, collide Lifelines are intertwined but at some stage they unravel hands lose grip unzip your carry case and watch memories spill down the mountainside This is not an interval Because life goes on and the who you were then is not […]

Grief and Gardening

I’ve decided to have a go at writing on Medium again. I haven’t published anything on there since 2018, so am making my comeback with a personal piece. All reads are appreciated Grief and Gardening. Near the end, she’d given me a plot of… | by Alex Rankin | Oct, 2023 | Medium

Windburn

Headstrong I try to be But the gale wins out Unzipping scars and stirring up the past once more.

Soil Whisperer

When the rain stops I want to reach you to celebrate the sun’s return and hear that this is when your green fingers and blue eyes will get to work soil whisperer you conjured up flowers that decorated the ages now they bow their heads and wonder how to begin again.

Alex Rankin – “Chlorine Dream”

My poem, Chlorine Dream, is up on the Black Nore Review today. It is an attempt to capture a snippet from my upbringing that might resonate with some people who remember scuzzy swimming pools and main road sweet shops as a kid. A huge amount of memories have been surfacing over the last few months […]

Midnight Rain

I dreamed of you opening the living room door the rush of the high pile carpet was in my ears. That always used to annoy me like a warning signal that you were coming in to stop me playing computer games. This time I only wished to hear what you had to say but the […]

Time Travellers

When I go and see my auntie she takes me time travelling. Her shoebox of memories is a portal to old Clifton glamour and GIs on English streets. If she’s up to it we’ll take a drive around town past childhood favourites that she views with third eye vision. This time she spots an ice […]

Ice Sheet

Something comforting about the cold less reasons to smile dangerous even should you crack and fall apart.

This One is Blue

Thermostat click Steady drip Bleeding out your bank account. They talk about black gold but this one is blue. The punch of the pilot light Hits you With a constant reminder To tamper with the setting Betting your wellbeing On personal resilience and fleece lining.

Mother of Thousands

I had a story published on Free Flash Fiction yesterday. It’s inspired by a comment I once read in a group for lovers of succulent plants. I hope you will give it a read. Mother of Thousands – Free Flash Fiction