The Cycles of Life and Death
Yesterday I went for a walk in the early morning wood-shining glades of Eccleshall in Sheffield. The sun-dappled Bluebells were […]
Walking towards Spring
Spring has, for many years been my favourite season. As the ground, barren for so long begins to warm up
Dreams
‘Ask yourself this question – before my life is rounded with a sleep what is my dream?’
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.
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 Two
The true new beginning is to live stripped,
willing
and wilful at
the starving edge
of brightening days, where solstice endured
yields to winter birthing spring.
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.
My Life So Far – Interview on Radio Sheffield
I have just done an interview about my life as a poet and a broken-down human being on my local radio station