Apalache - two teachers and two pupils lie dead after a teenage boy opens fire. A poem that requires little interpretation.

Sometimes it's what isn't happening that catches the eye

Woke up this morning to a gale and recycling bins rumbling down the road

East meaning East London, ‘Ackney a little short of Hackney, hear the accent and mourn the disappearing distinction between vowels

Guest poet: Harry Baker…a real wordsmith

Inspired in part by a Victor Meldrew moment…the unnecessary and irritating music played during service changes at Queens. Why? There is no satisfactory answer…so it’s out with the poetic pen

Juggling with water was an image that occurred to me quite randomly…all I’ve tried to do is wrap some words around the phrase. I hope you like the poem, maybe it’ll strike a chord

People write about writers’ block…so I thought I’d join in but like most things it becomes something else

Somehow, I cannot seem to shake the feeling of ‘bucolic’ as an unpleasant, negative word…not the case at all. Hence contrast. The longing for an end to the Israel-Gaza conflict was unanticipated when I started to write.