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on his high horse
Here’s a man high on a horseA horse on a hillA hill over an estuaryAn estuary to the North SeaThe North Sea stretching to BelgiumBelgium’s Flanders FieldsTo Flanders Fields he sent the finest young menThe finest young men of a generationA generation decimatedDecimated in a mechanical warA mechanical war overseen by a man high on… Read more
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It is not what it is
What is this cynical acceptanceOf injusticeof discrimnationof iniquityof downright wrong?Powerlessness? Complacency? World weariness?I’m all right, Jackness?Question. Challenge. Confront.It is not what it is.It does not have to be what it is.~n.b. “Music is the weapon” (Fela Aníkúlápó Kuti), or at least, not the least of them. CLP 24/11/2025 Read more
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on the page
a writer sat downto write about a writerstruggling to writeat a retreat deep in Dorsetaway from daily distractions(obviously, that’s the appeal of a retreat)the story takes a nasty turnwhen the writer is foundbludgeoned to deathwith fingers crushedbetween the lid and keyboardof a MacBookpolice say that the weaponfound at the scenewas a remaindered hardback bookabouta writer… Read more
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on Ukraine
the wolf feigns wearinesswhile circling the flockwhile picking off the strayswhile slaughtering lambsthe wolf licks its lipsreveals a smilemocking the eaglewho also only has eyes for its stomach~n.b. A proposed peace plan, or a mafia carve up? You choose. CLP 20/11/2025 Read more
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on Ukraine
a blanket has been thrown over itbut the grim reality continuesif you scroll down far enougha story emerges to remind usMoscow’s war is unendingin the face of the heroic resistanceholding the fortsallying forth to disruptdrawing a linealong which both might talkUkraine lives!~ CLP 14/11/2025 Read more
I write as I wonder as I wander.
Journey of Words 