On reflection
When I was a 19-year-old punk with red and (some say) green hair, my dad once said to me ‘Son, the only way to change the system is from inside.’… Continue Reading
The Darkness
The darkness is our friend.I said that when you were little.I still say it. On a different soil, then,We chased a storm together,And its thunder.We reached it sooner than we… Continue Reading
She
The moon, steeped in old blood,Sighs below the horizon, waiting,Waiting for the sun,Opposite axis,Opposite pole,Opposing light. She moves, airless,Anticipates,A rock for a heart,The warmth to melt it,To feel again. For… Continue Reading
cosmos
end-of-summer webs woven against the walland the cloud an ovaryacross the moonswaysthe evening stillcoolbreath standingin the vacuum life as slow as lifeand faster than lightthe cosmoswe are the cosmos we… Continue Reading
Sandman
I am a man of sand. All about me is constructed and mechanical My automatic brain tells me Until I wake and can’t move For the tiredness in every cell… Continue Reading
The Weakness
There was alwaysA weakness in the argument,Time or religion or bed-time,No agreement ever in any argumentBecause nothing can be agreedAs long as the world turnsAnd writing deciphers riddlesAnd makes them…. Continue Reading
Grove Farm Affordable Housing? It’s just an illusion.
Judging by a letter from John Pateman-Gee, Mid-Suffolk’s Senior Planning Officer, published today on both Stradbroke’s web sites, it appears that the Grove Farm Development proposal is being scaled down… Continue Reading
Due Process
You may (or you may not) have wondered why I haven’t blogged since the General Election on 7th May. There are many reasons for this. Not only was I disappointed… Continue Reading
Campaign Trail – Days 22-25
Necessity and fairness dictate that this should be my last Campaign Trail post. Tomorrow is Election Day, and I’ll be spending it making conference calls to various countries and working… Continue Reading
Campaign Trail – Day 21
Saturday was more of a day away from the campaign trail than on it. I’d been asked a long time ago to do a set of poetry at the Turn… Continue Reading