Secret History*

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 mind behind his face. He told us stories when we asked About the life he’d led […]

Injunctions*

Blood is thicker than water, Implying from Day One The coulda-shoulda-oughta-* Kinda undertakings implied by genetics That, over time, hone to family polemics Passed unquestioning across generations, The unnoticed ceding of trophy vexations Urging their way to a marketable brand With nobody pausing to try and understand Just exactly how these have grown, Passively, silently, […]

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 […]