Life

The Lost Months

Six months since I was last at my desk in a quiet house. Six months since the pandemic drove the world to close borders and ground planes and shut people in their homes. Six months during which close to a million people globally have died from coronavirus. And now, in England, a tightening of lockdown… Read More The Lost Months

Poetry

Future-Less

I worry for my boys, and yours in a world of knives and guns and groups of boys pretending to be men Once they might have played on the swings, or watched the stars Instead they plot to win wars on streets yards from their homes All the while groups of men also play at… Read More Future-Less