Fellow Ship*

I hope you don’t mind my taking of the liberty To spread a gentlle note of Christmas sensitivity- Quietly respecting those on their own, Whether by choice or a state to bemoan. This time of year can be that much harder When there’s nobody else to share the ardour- The excitement of childhood looking on, […]

Faith, Hope and Gravity*

My mother didn’t know me when I saw her yesterday. There’s really very little else to say -At least, by way of comment, For as much as I lament The fact she did not know my name, The situation will not change. The childlike innocence in her eyes Mixed with clouded adult pride, Knowing in […]

Great Expectations*

I’ve long come to the conclusion That there’s rising cause for confusion In the popular notion that Man has power To protect every animal, tree and flower Through work in the name of conservation -A complicated situation, Somehow misrepresenting the fact That whatever we do, we can never go back: We can never revoke the […]

License to Kill*

The right to bare arms, While intended to calm, With the passing of decades Intones only harm. It’s hard to imagine From over the water Why a nation should sanction Free license to slaughter. America, America, Can you sense the consternation Spreading out across the pond From other concerned nations? -Those who never made that […]

Total Monarchy…*

In this age of ubiquitous technology How is a public ‘apology’ Anywhere near sufficient As an act of reparative psychology To cover for human errors and woes (Even though sometimes that’s how things go- The situation exacerbated When workers by management are berated -And vice versa, it’s true to say: Political disputes seem to grow […]


Turns out we can prove anything with science From evolutionary genesis to rights of military defiance, The human drive for evidence A raison d’etre in our defence, Proving the pudding with vital consumption Tempered with a measure of righteous assumption, This, the way that History is born: Those who speak loudest leading the dawn While […]

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 […]