Category Archives: Poetry

Weasel Words – Ausflüchte


New day – new project. Weasel Words by politicians of all nations. The house on the Wannsee where the ideas for Nazi genocide were distilled into reality. This picture was taken by me at least 10 years ago. Sometimes things germinate slowly. I have been working on the idea for years without knowing where itContinue reading “Weasel Words – Ausflüchte”

I heard the river laugh


It is finished. 16 short prose pieces – or are they poems? I don’t know, but I have received great praise at open mic readings. Numbers 1 to 5 have been posted here. Now the entire collection is available through Amazon, as a beautiful chapbook or full colour eBook. But if you would like anContinue reading “I heard the river laugh”

Screaming trees (5)


Number 5 in my series, ‘I hear the river laugh.’  Drilling down Ever narrower now, energy building, Sluicing water upwards, roaring over mudflats, Through to Goole, swamping the Ouse and Trent, Removing ten thousand years Of post-glacial civilisation. York and Venice cannot be saved, By Tidal Barriers. Profits rise with the water Until drilling downContinue reading “Screaming trees (5)”

Screaming trees (5)


Drilling down Ever narrower now, energy buildingSluicing water upwards,Roaring over mudflats,Through to Goole,Swamping the Ouse and Trent,Removing ten thousand yearsOf post-glacial civilisation.York and Venice cannot be saved,By Tidal Barriers.Profits rise with the waterUntil drilling down means holding onAgainst the soaring tidesAnd strengthening winds.And as the storms merge,We ask, ‘What now ?’ Part 5 of myContinue reading “Screaming trees (5)”

Let’s get tough.


I occasionally get the urge to write about the environment, but get kinda tired, because of the lack of resonance, even from people on the same page as me. Wrecker’s Nectar Bee beauty will Dance his ass off So his mates fly until They reach the blossoms’ source. Then comes nectar’s drill To burrow deep,Continue reading “Let’s get tough.”