It’s Pissing Down On Rockall
Since I made the decision to take some time out from my PhD, I’ve not really felt much like writing. I’ve read a lot, but the stress of my recent … Continue reading
This poem is inspired by a visit to Jodrell Bank Observatory and specifically a sound file of pulsars ‘singing’ on this page. I’m sort of tallying singing pulsars with Dr John … Continue reading
Acoustic Mirrors (Dover)
A wheatear cocks it’s head neck stuttering as it tries to focus on the insect buzz not comprehending that this is no meal – no mayfly nor mosquito – … Continue reading
By the time I got there, the walkways, built to accommodate milk floats for the daily pinta, were no longer served by the Express or Unigate. The Presto was cheaper and … Continue reading
More visual poetry, this time about Grimsby.