Fathers’ Day*

My dad was a remarkable man who lived below the radar, Keen not to court attention lest people thought him bizarre, Judging, as is folks’s wont, his countenance and not his grace: The colour of his skin, not the man behind the face. He told us stories when we asked about the life he’d led […]

Food For Thought*

The modern hunter-gatherer Is something of a mitherer¹… Stalking round the supermarket, Lugging their trolley rather than park it Lest there’s something so obscure On special offer- a bargain for sure Irrespective of whether the thing Is actually worth the bother of queueing ; Taking the ticket with Lottery hope, Trying with all your might […]

Traditional Tables*

Isn’t there a hint of pre-emptive defeat When we purchase a gift And keep the receipt, Sensing in our heads the likelihood That what we’ve chosen won’t be any good…? Not the style or colour or thing That our nearest and dearest Hoped Santa would bring But rather something not quite on trend That might […]

Developmental Psychology*

When I was a child, I thought like a child.¹ Curious, quizzical, just occasionally wild… Well protected in the safety of home, Granted the freedom to question and roam, With friends in play and trees to climb, Asking questions all the time, Exploring with innocent curiosity Anything, everything, open to me. Defined adolescent from age […]

The Sport Of Kings

My mother wouldn’t watch the boxing, Though my father liked to box…¹ He learned his skills in childhood² Knew how to take the knocks. This noble, nimble sport of kings A fast and entertaining thing, Quite balletic in its way And packing quite a sting. He’d air-punch round the kitchen, Telling boyhood fighting stories, Followed […]


My granny had a parrot (It wasn’t by her choice) A handsome, spirited dervish With a cackling-crazy voice. The story goes an uncle, A merchant marine, Smuggled it from East India Docks (The rest of the family mildly shocked) To keep his old mum company While he was away at sea. Polly was a riot- […]

The Ethics of Aesthetics

‘Art Heightens History’* -An indictment of Modernity? Or just one man’s pomposity Pronouncing over you and me That creative proclivity Enriches everything we see…? Here, the primary mistake Assumes that only ‘artists’ make Stuff imbued with fine aesthetic (Us mere mortals quite pathetic And only really good as buyers To help the makers’ wealth aspire-) […]