Monday, 16 July 2018

The bugs

The bugs are in the bedroom,
    the bugs are in my mind;

The bugs were there before us,
    the bugs and their ilk
    will outlast time;

The bugs are in the food we eat,
    the bugs are in my gut;

E coli pluribus unum:
    without the bugs
    there is no us.

Thursday, 5 July 2018

Wish

The sun’s been up for hours
but I am still in bed

The whisky had its way with me
I can hear it in my head

The breeze outside the window
the birds up in the sky

The children in the courtyard
and the adults in the lie

The room has never been this full
but there is noone here

I wish you would come back again 
and the demons disappear 

Monday, 11 June 2018


Macron in the land of Justin

My latest op-ed has just been published by The National Observer.  It looks at Emmanuel Macron and Justin Trudeau - with a fair helping of Arthurian legend and climate change thrown in for good measure.

https://www.nationalobserver.com/2018/06/04/opinion/macron-land-justin


Friday, 1 June 2018

Wednesday, 23 May 2018

"I will always be on the side of those who have nothing, of those to whom the peace of nothingness is denied. We - and by we I mean those of us who are intellectuals, educated in well-off middle-class families - are being called to make sacrifices. Let's accept the challenge."

Federico GarcĂ­a Lorca

Saturday, 19 May 2018

Four o'clock beauty
    and no bird sings

Nine in the morning
    and no bird sings

Rivers of concrete
    and no bird sings

Life in its beauty
    and no bird sings

Season of longing 
    and no bird sings

Sweat on the sidewalk
    and no bird sings

Where are the children
    and no bird sings

Nights of becoming
    and no bird sings

Growth like a cancer
    and no bird sings

Quiet at evening
    and no bird sings

Endless denial
    and no bird sings

Hold me my lover
    and no bird sings

Turn to me savior
    and no bird sings

Empty pavilions
    and no bird sings

Blood on the mattress
    and no bird sings

Sunset of plastic
    and no bird sings

Drowning forever
    and no bird sings

Dust on the eyelid
    and no bird sings

Trees in their silence
    and no birds sing