Things bug me sometimes – many things – as I’m sure some things bug you, too. One of these bugging ideas, is that we’re racing towards climatic and environmental destruction, without thought, without care. Unpacking our species’ deathwish, which we seem to hold for ourselves as much as for any arbitrary creature on the planet,…
The House
As a child, I spent many summer holidays – with my siblings and parents – staying in the Welsh mountains around Snowdonia. Memories, feelings, images and vibes seep into you, get into your bones, under your skin and permeate the soul. If there’s a spiritual home for me, maybe it’s those hills, maybe it’s those…
Sun Day Wise
I wrote this poem quite a while ago – and have only just got round to posting it. Hope you like it. Let me know. Sometimes I sit and watch, just look, mind elswewhere, not integrating with anything much bar a cup of tea and the wooliness of the carpet, warmth and what’s infront of…
Privelege
A few years ago now, for obvious reasons, I learned about privelege. White privelege, male privelege, hetero privelege – the list goes on. I’m embarrassed to say I never realised, or knew, about this until it was pointed out. I’m embarassed to live in a world where this exists, and to be honest, let’s all…
Bedlam
I haven’t posted for a while, the circumstances of the last couple of years have limited my creativity, and I’ve still been focussed on the book I’m trying to write, which has taken a priority. However – here’s a new poem, and I shall explain why I’ve written this. Language is a funny thing, and…
Rainy Days
I was in Cornwall recently, for a break from it all, and we had incredible weather for a few days. Weather kind enough to let us sit on the beach in shirtsleaves and shorts, walk around without having to take a coat and just bimble about walking around and getting up to stuff. By the…