The Great War

The Great War

A poem about war

All Along The Watchtower

All Along The Watchtower

 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 … Continue reading All Along The Watchtower

The Paper Boat

The Paper Boat

A poem from India

Thanks For The Visit - Now How About A Donation

Thanks For The Visit – Now How About A Donation?

Trooping the colours at a time like this? Really?

Searching

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 … Continue reading Searching

Here We Go Again - Putting The Pound Before People

Here We Go Again – Putting The Pound Before People.

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 … Continue reading Here We Go Again – Putting The Pound Before People.

A Jolly Good Election But What Does It All Mean?

  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 … Continue reading A Jolly Good Election But What Does It All Mean?

A New Britain?

A hark back to last October, what’s changed?

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 military intervention.  And the refugees Britain created are being saved by Greeks and Italians, as they flee to the EU across the sea.  So that’s okay then, it’s not a British problem. The British no longer take refugees.
Then the British do have their new Normandy, their Calais.  Their refugees, including children and women, with every right of entry to the UK, are waiting for British bureaucracy and disappearing justice.  It takes forever, because the British don’t believe in human rights any more, Theresa May wants Britain to leave the EU…

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Lao Country

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, … Continue reading Lao Country

system failure

System Failure

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 … Continue reading System Failure