13 Thirteen seconds of rain fell todaysome sieve of conscienceenough to have a spider re seta filigree of spent gossamer either side the hours baked awayhardboards caked in a dust of floursetting on the Mediterranean herbsno longer happy this far south we have aged beneath hatsunwashed to bare our tanninstattoos run to veiny coursewiped clean … Continue reading One of my climate poems in the second edition of Finding My Feet an anthology of poetic voices, editor Dorothy Poulopoulos, MPU 2026. Must put it in a new book, been going around for a while.

Late March, bye-line You find yourself fallinggiving in to the last fracturethe final tease of green hairlinea grass pretence for another year Lying among the washed-out leavesEye to eye with the levelled-out day Rolling over for the smack of skythat shadow vending sun solicits with hopethe callous of dry ground veined to breakwan from summer’s … Continue reading A seasonal poem which found a home in 100 Poets Flying Islands 100th poetry collection celebration edition