Bradford Jesus Man

Bradford Jesus Man Jesus’ man Happy with that name Because he was Jesus’ man Geoffrey Brindley Hemp smock Always Jesus’ fashion Walking the streets of Bradford Not so preacher man But gentle peace radiator Smile and wave Sparkling eyes Be kind and present Be friends and people Connecting in kindness So little in the world […]

If you talk proper

If you talk proper You lose the bond The closeness Of really belonging Like when my grandma Would say Our kid, Our Leslie, Our Paul, Our Bethany, Our Scott, All of us belonging Like possessions Owned and hers And when you talk proper It’s not right to add ‘Our’ To folks names Which is sad […]

My Grandma who art in Bradford

Water rhymes with batter, Cook rhymes with duke Your pantry is a cathedral Of desiccation and sprinkles We call the glory ‘ole. Your wisdom is linguistic joy You’re not forced to know the answer In hope there’s two chances Not many T’s in your language When I’m with you I talk like you My grandma […]