• on time

    Gentlemen, we meet againI know the chill of that long wallWhere your names are cut in stoneBeside the Haileybury chapelNinety years from your leavingI repaired the cricket squaresWhere you had playedRolled the pitches where you ranFrom wicket to wicket in your whitesResponding to the call of “Yes”As you had been coachedYou set off promptlyWith all

  • on truth

    war’s first casualtythere can be no dishonouradmit: I don’t know ~ n.b. Another murderous attack on the innocent. Irrespective of nationality, religion, or politics, how can anyone profit from such intended slaughter? We can trust the body count, the bereaved families, the wounded to account for their losses, but who, or what else? This is

  • on the wall

    Confident as an evangelista at the chapel doorbold as brass a governmentn posterproclaiming ‘Levelling up is here’as if Christ had risen in FY1where marked-down stickered stocknot quite stale bread and bruised fruitsells quicker than hot cakeswhere houses are boarded up with metal sheetsrows of homes compulsory purchasedabandoned police station and courtsCCTV on every cornercollecting evidence

  • on Ukraine

    We are too busyDrones directed from laptopsAlt+Ctrl+Delete ~ n.b. Two years into this war, which was years in the making, is a boon for the drone manufacturers in Iran, the UK and everywhere, eventually it will be about manpower that cannot be re-booted. “For now we are too busy to suffer from traumatic feelings. We

  • on problem solving

    there had been a few recentlyone fell from the skyanother found slave labourin Arctic conditions too muchfor his indefatigable heartthen, a callous shootingin an Alicante car parkled to a burnt out carsome singularly preciseothers incurred the dismissive useof the dreadful termcollateral damage, for example, aircrewor members of the Salisbury publican English police officera public cinemathe

  • 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 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 life

    when shorn of pretencebared limbs exposed to sunlightwhat is it lies beneath? ~ CLP 12/02/2024

  • On Ukraine

    What now for Ukraine?Two years backwards and forwardsChess pieces removed ~ n.b. Politics or strategy? The West has other fish to fry, it seems. The masters of war play on, as the planet perspires. CLP 09/02/2024