• on Ukraine

    Not just today pleaseAnniversaries omitThe day-to-day grind ~ n.b. Two years. Some marriages don’t last that long. Mother Russia, can you not see the line of caskets stretching back two years? Can you not hear the grieving mothers‘ cries filling the graveyards of your land? All this for what? Call your sons home. Offer them

  • on spring

    everywhere they comefat buds of hope burst openrain drops keep falling ~ CLP 21/02/2024

  • on Ukraine

    he flew from conflictbut there was no safe escapebody found in car park ~ n.b. Not only has Aleksei Navalny been murdered, so too the young Russian airforce pilot, Maksim Kurminov, who defected and moved to Alicante. Moscow shows its weakness through the killing of individuals free of spirit and honest of voice. Ideals cannot

  • on light

    Orion slippingbelow southern horizon“Help!” Can’t you see me? ~ CLP 19/02/2024

  • On time

    If glass is half-emptyRemember to top it upYou get more that way ~ CLP 15/02/2024

  • on uncertainty

    one thing is certainwe’ll never know what’s cominguntil it arrives ~ n.b. Apologies for such an apparently trite post. Just wanting to mark the realisation that we all have to learn how to manage with the the certainty of uncertainty, which is why we have astrology, religions and the gambling industry, I suppose. C’est la

  • on calm

    there is nothing morefor us to say, for this iswhat life has taught us ~ CLP 10/02/2024

  • on choices

    options still existwindows let in light, doors shutbehind you, walk on ~ CLP 10/02/2024

  • On Ukraine

    disputatious headsfractionalise the nationtroops die in trenches – n.b. It is reported that the President and the nation’s top General are at odds about the effectiveness of Ukraine’s armed forces. This is not chess, there is an armed aggressor. Every day the adult children of Ukrainians and Russians are dying in mud,, in what is

  • Robin

    snip, clip, cut, pull, clip, clipworking along the hedgein the thick of itdry copper beech rustlingold hop vines twistedresisting my pullingtheir paper thin twinestrong enough to choke the treeweak enough to breakwithout warningleaving me staring upinto the bitter white lightof threatening chill nightwondering how to separatetree from tanglelike me from youand while I am wonderingthinking,