Holding my Grandson in Advent
The foetal curl of your spine And your silky, floppy head Warm in my hand. Slate eyes blinking open, unfocused, Onto the blur of the world, You hiccup and yawn…
The foetal curl of your spine And your silky, floppy head Warm in my hand. Slate eyes blinking open, unfocused, Onto the blur of the world, You hiccup and yawn…
I visited a nuclear power station last week. We were on holiday in Suffolk, and the weather was uninspiring. Being science geeks, we headed to Sizewell B to check out…
D’you ever feel like you’ve got knots in your life? Not nice, tidy functional knots like the ones Boy Scouts tie. I’m thinking about big, gnarly, lumpy knots. The sort…
Warning: this blog and the poem it includes may upset some people. Abortion has been in the news recently, with plenty of people sharing their opinions on my social media…
These are worrying times, aren’t they? Since Putin started rattling his nuclear sabre, I've been struggling with war anxiety. I’ve had some difficult nights, tossing and sweating and waking up…