The Emperor, the Practitioner and I – Chapter 1
I was at home when he died. It was one of those dank March afternoons, with no sign of spring, and darkness peering in through the window too soon. The… Continue Reading
One year on – thinking of an absent friend
A year ago today, a friend and fellow cricketer, James Grigg, was killed in action in Afghanistan. I wrote the poem below when I heard the news, and was honoured… Continue Reading
Alexandra’s 10th birthday poem
Alive Today, I met a travelling man, and walkedWith him through one of the world’s largestCities. His home town lies in ruins, and hisFamily have fled to the mountains, to… Continue Reading
Save Stradbroke Library
As part of the National Day of Action to Save Libraries, there will be a read-in at Stradbroke Library tomorrow, 5th February, at 10 a.m.. This is one of the… Continue Reading
Cape Evans Centenary
Robert Falcon Scott and his party of thirty landed at Cape Evans on Ross Island on the 4th of January 1911. To mark this centenary, I am posting a poem… Continue Reading
Save our Suffolk libraries – and libraries everywhere
Suffolk County Council is threatening to close 29 libraries (the council calls it divesting) in an effort to save money as instructed by central government. Ever heard of standing up… Continue Reading
orion’s belt
holy orion’s beltthe ancients’ wind chimesuspended to illuminate their skydrags its buckleacross late eveninga million years ago slow light to travelbears down on dawn’s red eyebefore night ends miles between… Continue Reading
Time
Time to set aside the thoughts of greatness,To cast away the dreams of acclaim, wisdom,And knowledge, to let the mundane take meAway from the open skies, and tie me downIn… Continue Reading
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Bed-time.I stroke my children’s backs, arms, legsto help them sleep, in multiplesof onehundredandtwentyfive,each multiple to be completeeven if they’ve fallen asleep while I count. I’ve always done this,don’t know why,since… Continue Reading
A complete life
I’ve locked myself away now.Finally.Being on the outside was too much to bear.All the wind and noise,All the confusion of living,Of loving and being loved. That’s over.The pain is ended.The… Continue Reading