Inertia (Pretty Things)
I wanted to be an astronaut or a Marine biologist or an archeologist but the sciences were never really my thing. I didn’t dig the discipline. And when it all … Continue reading
Bullshit Detector
1. 1983 and faux anarchic romanticism seduces me. Squatting for peace dreaming that the threat of Threads is gone and Barefoot Gen can sleep unhindered; ashen shadows confined to graffiti. … Continue reading
Heligoland (German Bight)
1. Dismay To the dismay of ornithologists the birds rise and flee. Starlings startled by deep thrumming scatter; their murmuration disrupted, the air thickened by the chop of rotol blades. … Continue reading
Felix and Fingal
Hauled through dreich and spindrift, stomach queered by seekrankheit he gives thanks as he moors to the tuff and – learning how to walk on land again – takes in … Continue reading
Brittle (for Greg)
Brittle (For Greg) the weather knew and howled a gale cancelling it plans for an Indian summer raging at the trees that shed their sallows at its stuttered breath – … Continue reading
Féach Thiar (Fastnet)
Steam driven exiles, ragged, beaten by absentee english, leave a tear far behind them – its paraffin eye scanning stony atlantic tar ar ais tar ar ais It calls, … Continue reading
Vikingr
I took part in a conference at The University of Portsmouth called “Mapping – Uncharted Territory.” My video piece contained three of the poems from my Shipping Forecast project – … Continue reading
Silver Lining (Obligatory Covid 19 Poem)
Listen. The directionless monoxide retch of engines – quarrelling in sick arteries has quieted. Listen as animals call from traffic islands, twitchels and premium wasteland – unsure of … Continue reading
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