Journey of Words

Category: Poetry

  • on Ukraine

    Premier League footballthe war drones on endlesslyfire in Hawaii ~ n.b. The media faces some challenges in keeping things interesting, particularly without film releases, or coronations to fill the space, so aren’t news editors lucky to have the football money machine winding up for another season. CLP 11/08/2023 →

  • on Ukraine

    and so it goes onBakhmut brutally batteredvineyards run with blood ~ n.b. A state of siege around a wine producing city. Russian troops in the valley, freedom fighting army of Ukraine hold the western heights. No end in sight. CLP 10/08/2023 →

  • on the sea

    it’s always the sameevery incoming breakerdifferent from the last ~ CLP 31/07/2023 →

  • On Ukraine

    Moscow talks of talksso many broken bridgesyet to be repaired ~ n.b. Day 522 unfolding. CLP 30/07/2023 →

  • on July

    I need therapyOlympiakos visitFind myself inside ~ n.b. This is getting a bit crazy. Like an addict, I gained no pleasure from attending, but had to go, not having seen a team from Greece before. I bought my ticket about 10 minutes before kickoff. CLP 29/07/2023 →

  • on time

    it takes time, Babyfalling in is differentroses grow from buds ~ CLP 25/07/2023 →

  • on Ukraine

    rocking in the ringthunderous blows, staggering hitslack of knock-out punch ~ n.b. Slow, painful deaths. CLP 25/07/2023 →

  • on time

    there are only somany moments to enjoychoices, choices, choose ~ CLP 23/07/2023 →

  • on Ukraine

    it’s no sports eventpeople’s lives are in dangerfruit has to ripen ~ n.b. The Ukraine top security official, Oleksiy Danilov, has been trying to explain to news media, that the counter-offensive against Russia will take time to have a significant impact. He used a typically poetic metaphor about fruit. You can only admire the hope →

  • It’s a goal!

    Holes in my socksEnd of season sale shortsA third choice shirtOf several years pastIt’s a bit of a mish-mashBut it’s only for funI’m still playing footballWhile I can still runThere’s no better gameI still pretend to be Andy ColeWhen I make some spaceAnd score one more goalIt might be my last everWho knows what fate →