A poem about war Continue reading The Great War
The Grenfell Tower. Still, the horrors unfold. Naturally, we all want answers but they are slow in coming which means anger boils like tar in a cauldron; a simmering brew of hurt stirred to rage by the impotent feelings of utter frustration. Do we blame Theresa May for this tragedy? Is she the one who is responsible, the one who is accountable for this horror? … Continue reading All Along The Watchtower
A poem from India Continue reading The Paper Boat
Trooping the colours at a time like this? Really? Continue reading Thanks For The Visit – Now How About A Donation?
Who am I? I am the blank canvas fully exposed and transparent, absorbing and replenishing. Taking out my brushes, I carefully construct the image of corporate respectability, blending in the cracks with coloured crayons. I put on my body armour, but feel weighed down by the sense of growing expectation. Sitting in the carriage, I feel an affinity with the invisible woman sitting opposite travelling to … Continue reading Searching
Grenfell. The big question on everyone’s mind is how did this happen? Yes, how? That’s a question for another day. The possible answer is awful, and I won’t even go there. The fact is that people lost their lives in terrible circumstances, and guess what, this might have been prevented. My more immediate question is ‘why?’ This fire, (however it started) didn’t need to … Continue reading Here We Go Again – Putting The Pound Before People.
Hooray, or Hoorah, we’ve all won … and we’ve all lost. What an extraordinary election result! I spent an evening as an outsider in a Stroud pub where the new Labour MP and his supporters were ‘over the moon’ celebrating his return and the election result. I am happy for Stroud, and Kensington, and Brighton, and where I live. Okay but … has anything … Continue reading A Jolly Good Election But What Does It All Mean?
Originally posted on New London Writers:
Never mind, now we can all embrace ourselves with a Churchillian spirit – there is a war on again, against terrorism, against the outside. And the British do war so well, particularly nowadays. The British do very well selling arms. The Saudis love it; the Yemenis just get bombed. The Afghans, Libyans, and Iraqis have to flee from British… Continue reading A New Britain?
The midnight hour, opens up a canopy of stars, illuminating the golden palace gates. Creating an ethereal appearance, the full moon submerges riverbanks, ancient temples, local schools, the bombed out remnants of things remembered, torn apart by man and machine. The countryside consists of private labyrinths, jungle, valleys, streams and mountains, military plants, waterfalls, corrugated steel bridges. A woven tapestry, of forest … Continue reading Lao Country
And as our supremo supercomputer Maybelline attempts to obey her contradictory commands, the integrity of the entire system is at risk. Does Maybelline not know that it is defective, that metaphorically speaking there is ladder in her tights, and that something has gone ‘orribly wrong? No, not her, because these mechanisms, however realistic they appear on the surface, are fundamentally lacking in self-awareness. Maybelline cannot … Continue reading System Failure