We’re over 400 days into Israel’s genocidal assault on Gaza, and still – even after the International Criminal Court has issued an arrest warrant for Netanyahu, and Amnesty International has declared that Israel’s actions do amount to genocide – our…
This morning, I got the VW camper van out of the garage – it’s good to keep these old vehicles ticking over, and it needed refuelling, so a trip to the LPG station was in order – and took it for…
You don’t need me to tell you there’s a lot of ugliness in the world right now. More than we could ever possibly want or need. That makes it more important than ever to celebrate good things when they happen,…
Way back in the day, when I was first getting into the idea that my poetry might be something I could share, and inspired by the self-produced music fanzines which people hawked in pubs and clubs – and which were…
Early this week – on Monday, to be precise – I fond myself writing another poem. The starting point for this one was the horrific footage of a young Palestinian man, Sha’aban Al-Dalou, burning alive in his hospital bed after…
When it comes to public art, everyone’s an expert. No sooner has a statue been installed in a park or on a roundabout or in front of a town hall than somebody will stroll by – usually on social media,…
Ah, the life of a jobbing poet! Yesterday was spent sitting on a sofa in the autumn sunshine at BlackBerry Fair in Whitchurch in Shropshire, as myself and fellow pandemonialist Emma Purshouse offered Poetry on Demand to anyone who fancied…
The wonder of poetry is that it allows every individual the opportunity to express themselves, to share their unique take on things, to make their voice heard and – maybe – surprise themselves with what they have to say. For me,…
Yesterday was a busy day. In the evening, a first ever trip to Scribal Gathering – a glorious open mic night of music and poetry in Stony Stratford which is well worth checking out if you’re in the area –…
Excuse the trumpet-blowing, but it’s been a bit of a summer with my poetry and competitions. One poem got itself shortlisted for the Plough poetry prize, another was longlisted in the Write By The Sea poetry competition in Ireland, a…
I’ve been trying to find the words to articulate – to myself as much as anyone – why it is I feel so tired at the moment. Although ‘tired’ doesn’t really do it justice. Bone-weary might be nearer the mark.…
Yes, I know, it’s the afternoon. Don’t be picky. Here, for what it’s worth, is my take on what the general election results mean for the parties involved (and, indeed, for us). I’ve done my level best to make it…