June 30, 2017


There’s pain behind those vacant eyes As brick by brick the walls come down Their guts spewed out and packed away To empty shops across the town. Ragged doorways, toothless screaming Barred by scaffold, gagged by tarp. Urban renewal rips … Continue reading

June 24, 2017

Oh, Jeremy Corbyn

from The Mask of Anarchy, by Percy Bysshe Shelley ‘Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number— Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you— Ye are many—they are few.’

February 17, 2015

Book Club

I have started reading a book which may be unique in its not ticking a single item on the list: an anthology of poetry called 101 Portraits in Verse by my favourite poet, Hugo Williams. However I’ve left this at … Continue reading