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 […]

General Election Predilection*

What makes a politician worth their salt? Capacity for rhetoric implicit with insult? A heart of gold worn plainly on a sleeve? A well-rehearsed mantra stating all they believe? A gifted orator spinning evidence for causes From the fountains of headlines imbued with applauses? A knowledge of history, present and past, Ensuring lessons learned are […]

See The Eagle And The Damage Done*

We heard you knockin’ On the White House door, We think you’re crazy But we can’t be sure… Ooh, ooh, the things to come… You hit the city And you played your hand We watched New Yorkers Try to take a stand But other Nationals, They had other plans… I’d sing the song If I could […]


Never trust a man with a strawberry blond barnet¹ Without fully questioning what lies underneath it: The business of US president, an interesting precedent- A testing indictment of majority public sentiment. Too late for those who didn’t vote, A spectacular platform for others to gloat. Divide and rule, whether sinner, saint or fool, Whether prize […]

The Silence of the Season

The creeping sense of Christmas Has snuck right into town With lights, music, bargains, Folks striding up and down In streets crammed tight with expectation, Spectres of anticipation Motivating urgent souls In pursuit of ultimate retail goals, Each arm’s-length list of great ideas Tended with care to avoid the tears Without, ‘tis hoped, the liquidation […]

Olympic Endeavour

Watching the Olympics was never my intention With household chores beseeching attention, My firmly asserted lack of interest in sport Undermined by a curious sense of import, This once-in-four-years multinational occasion Weaving its spell in my imagination With feats of grace as much as endeavour, All of it big and all of it clever! Remembering […]

Recuperation Recuperation Recuperation*

The way I feel this morning Has curious parallels with a state of mourning. Dull-minded catatonia. I have a sense I’m not alone here. Many folk from similar domains Laconic, inevitably feeling inane, Grateful for pre-scripted breaks That otherwise they may not take, Professional momentum The energy that drives them; Less and less the inspiration, […]