Finding a Way
So I turn again to my confused Monkey in his golden year, trusting those deep currents of wisdom still below the technocratic surface and wait for the way to find me once again.
Photographs
After Christmas
On this – the feast of the Epiphany, held in the West to be the end of the Christmas festivities, I drive
An Elegy to Sheffield for 2016
Unfortunately a hangover that hits those who cannot drink it the hardest.
The October Blood – Part One
These wisps of disconsolation
are a fleeting eulogy to falling,
a carol to the withering season.
Last Rites
Then when the stars
tumble from the sky
at the end, our shining
will illuminate scars on
love’s invincible face.
A Poetic Manifesto
I will speak out about my city in my ready northern tongue and make a simple solid vow to tell your stories with the honesty I got from you.
The Sleeping Giant of Communal Action.
I hope that whatever happens in the Labour leadership elections the spectres, or are they the angels of social concern, communal action, and a commitment to again slay the modern versions of the five giant evils, will visit us again.
Enchanted Rock
What is it about these places that inspires a sense of awe. No wonder the first peoples named them as sacred.
Dereliction and Reflection.
‘An old skin sheds no longer needed,
a way of good belonging now
outdated, letting go its grip I
find my orbit round a greater force.’