Accidental Haiku, Deliberate Tanka
This is the present moment.
Through Soil Of Pain & Song
A million seeds, a million more:
the boy-child sown and scattered.
Flight
I need to learn to look, to gaze, at the pitch
of the passing ‘tween the tunnel’s either end.
Time-Warped Scraps
Time-warped scraps – the dream continues on,
unphased by the approaching of its limits.
Their Stealthy Freedom: a poem for the women of Iran
Wearing, proud, the wind that weaves without,
and now within,
the wistless soul that falls out free across the shoulders.
Approaching Midnight
And here I am in that moment,
leafing through the scattered others.
Their Deeply Familiar Shape: on lions and us
What does our relationship with lions need to become, if this ancient conflict is to come to dusk in such a way that an early morning air that’s charged with the roaring of the dawn chorus still greets the sunrise?
Video Games Are Not Sport
This piece is absolutely not at all a dismissal of video games; my saying video games are not sport is not derogatory. Chess is not a sport, either. These are skill-based games that, though they may involve some level of physical skill and exertion, are predominantly not centred on physicality. Something which a sport must be.
To Softly Settle In The Sweeping Wake
And so it begins again, the collection of dust.
On the problem of the Tesco pay gap
Front page, and centre? Gender. The issue? Not gender.
The Last Jedi
Yes, it is flipping expectations in some way, but fundamentally not. Yes, it is a very creative way to re-hash, but it is still the same. The idea that The Last Jedi is making us question what Star Wars is, presenting us with something unfamiliar, simply isn’t true. The story, quite naturally, is fundamentally the very same.
