Day 203
BICYCLES IN UKRAINE Bicyles to freedom Pulled by white flags and The passion for life. It’s a picture but it’s The truth, and it moves – To avoid the bullets… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: war
Day 147
I’m starting this before I go on air in 25 minutes, but I won’t have it finished by then. I’ve been at my desk since 06:50, and have already achieved… Continue Reading
Day 125
I’ve started this any number of times. In my head. On the screen. Nothing feels right, and the weight of the words has been all wrong. It’s taken me 30… Continue Reading
Day 74
prose fails prose fails when clouds mountains missiles paper front pages ice snow ruins remote miles politics lies massacres borders closed to colour birth not birth birth death not motherhood… Continue Reading
Day 62
Being a parent is an unceasing attack on your vulnerabilities. I did start writing a book about the motional impacts of parenting, but it stalled. I suppose the reasons are… Continue Reading
Day 61
One of the first things I was told about writing poetry was “Only write what you know about. Don’t write about things you see on the TV.” I always thought… Continue Reading
Day 57
Yesterday, I started my radio show with two anti-war songs. This morning, I’m going to play a whole list of anti-war songs. That, and speaking out against the war in… Continue Reading
Day 56
It seems the main trait of leadership has always been cowardice. Although, even if Putin was on the front line, I wouldn’t have any respect for him. Being able to… Continue Reading
Day 55
This morning, I wake to rain, and war. I stand under cover in the garage to have my first cigarette of the day. The rain is too heavy to stand… Continue Reading
Day 45
The sky is yellow. When I was a boy, I had (and it still is somewhere in a box full of memories) what was a pamphlet or chapbook about, without… Continue Reading