Reader #6: Keith Ford

During the run up to the launch of Hand Job Zine: An Anthology, we will be posting work from the readers that will be featured on the night to give you a taste of what you can expect on the 3rd of March. For more info click here and to join the facebook event follow this link.

Keith Ford

Find out more at the Mr Ford and Mr Gibbs Facebook page.

Son Of The North

Snatching at sunshine,
shrugging off shade,
tops whipped off at the merest slither of Summer,
only wrestled back on
when the goose bumps themselves
have got goose bumps themselves.

A North East childhood
deprived only of warmth in terms of the feeble sun
ever diluted by that cheeky little North Sea whistle.
Otherwise engulfed by the,
served at sitting room temperature,
love and laughter
Of family and friends.

I was never truly hot sunbathing at home,
never truly at home anywhere else.

It’s a staring contest
between me and the sun
and it’s always the sun
who blinks first.
Cataracts form like childhood friendships,
a long and largely unnoticed process,
until you’re blind in one eye,
the very eye that you turn
to the faults of family and friends
who made you what you are.
A son of the North.

 

Young Love for Old Lovers

I get out the shower
And find another phantom love message
Hidden away in the mirror
In the condensation of someone else’s shower.
Invisible ink
Where you don’t have to think
Too hard.

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

smiley-face-hi
Block caps, shouting it, if not from the rooftops
Then at least from the top of the tiles.

I feel like some archaeologist
Unearthing the age of romance.
It makes a lovely change from
When I used to look in the mirror
And see little more
Than a big bag of bones.

It’s the daughter and her boyfriend
Leaving little reminders of young love
All over the place.
Plates returned to the kitchen
With misshapen love hearts fingered into the remains
Of gravy and bean juice.
Kit-Kat wrapper foil delicately folded
Into two-dimensional love heart pendants.

It’s been rubbing off
On me and my lass
Far easier
Than it’s been rubbing off the mirror.
Far easier
Than looking for things to hate.
Far easier
Than thinking too hard.

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

smiley-face-hi

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