Wear Sunscreen*

We’re all going on a summer holiday!¹ General Excitement plays Abject Disarray… The musing and choosing and strewing of garments A very particular sartorial torment, The What-Will-The-Weather-Be-Like conversations, In spite of all published information. The default position of British hope For something akin to minor sun-stoke, Lobster-red, mixing pleasure and pain (While silently vowing not […]

Disunited States

America, America, We’ve been down this road before: Me and my country-folk looking on with awe At the hearts-on-sleeves emotion That rises from your crowds, As though if it ain’t hollered It means you just ain’t proud; The Star-Spangled Banner aloft across the land A symbol of identity we’re supposed to understand. So, what then […]

England Expects.

England expects Every man, woman and child To exercise civic respect. A nation of all-comers borne of history Sharing an isle where it’s no great mystery That all men are equal and women, at last, Are closing the gender gap firm and fast. Meanwhile, in the background, Travel enables The arrival of folk from all […]

Potential Difference*

Sometimes, I just sits and thinks. And sometimes I just sits¹ Slightly bewildered, if I’m honest, But they’re paying me to do it… They’re giving me money to represent A certain, significant educational intent That keeps me on a liveable wage But, frankly, spectacularly fails to engage, The students in my charge growing steadily more […]

The Question Is…*

The question is… Do I know the lyrics? Will there be hysterics If I forget…? The question is How will I recall them (What if I appal those Looking on??) The question is… Well, really not the problem: The answer will be Right there in my section -A team of people stood as one, Focussed. […]


Discrimination is difficult For me to understand. Perhaps, in the simplest sense, Because I’m dealt a different hand. I cannot conjecture the root of motivation For the vileness of hatred, alienation, Divined by a basic sense of difference With absolutely no line of defence. A sense of power so extreme, A drive for mastery beyond the […]

Truth or Dare*

There is no such thing as Absolute Truth. It is neither a matter of age or youth. It’s simply a matter of pragmatism, Arguably even atavism; A cycle of contrast in living and dying, Two ends of a life most preoccupying. By the flinch of a trigger, a single path wrecked; The space in-between draped […]