True Alchemy
Birds fall off branches, dead to the cold, all over the known world…
Trivial Pursuits
The round face of the sun
greeted me this morning…
Love Thing
Love is the most thing you can do…
Lonely Umbrella
After I had dismantled the pole, its pieces spoke to me…
Epitaph
We suspect no-one of his death. No one of his life, either.
Not Gardening
I am at a funeral. I do not know who is being buried. I see the coffin lowered into the ground. The pallbearers wear long dark coats with tails, their tall hats decorated with white bands. I stand some distance away. The mourners, dressed in formal wear, do not notice...
A life less written
Writing has always been a passion of mine, indulged by both reading and writing fiction and poetry. And although I never pursued a career in science, I retain an interest in astronomy, particle physics and weird mathematics. I don’t pretend to understand the world...
Poetry & particle physics
Has anyone else been following the BBC’s awesome Atom programme these past few weeks? OK, I know it conforms to the formula of similar TV Science shows: sweeping panoramas of Earth and Space, ghosted equations floating across the screen and a casually dressed...
Feeling like a poet
Up early and having a look over recent scribbling. When write a poem I usually have a good impression in my head of its worth. Some poems are just tunings, to get the head into gear. We could have a long discussion here of the sources of inspiration, but I...
Time
I tell of the lost hours playing games – in the fun of distant worlds, and words framed from disappointment, another hour ticks by. My disease is tamed, in a circle, two remote hands edge, semaphore to the knowing, ever closer, nearer now then far apart… …is it an...