Lying to a Sovereign People is a crime of High Treason.


A few days ago, my partner pointed her rather basic smart phone in the direction of my aging mug and held the phone there, with amazing steadiness, while I talked at it for the next three minutes.

I argued that, if a holder of public office, or applicant for public… Continue reading Lying to a Sovereign People is a crime of High Treason.

A Larger Size of Time

(written for Sylvia, aged 90)


Does the moment ever shrink,

as if walls are closing in,

or skyline flattening


to some endless level of empty sea ?

As hour by hour the years accumulate

it might be thought that the high


moments… Continue reading A Larger Size of Time

Parrot Addenda

Since the Summer of 2018, I have been writing a series of stanzas in rhyme royal, mostly on the subject of Brexit.

Each has been written as a separate item, rather than as part of a longer poem. They were produced in response to, and often very soon after, various events and announcements that occurred during… Continue reading Parrot Addenda

In Despite of White Horses

Who is Mr Corbyn ? Mr Corbyn is a mist, a mild man standing on a platform made of our storm, carrying our projections. How to disentangle the yearnings of the young audience and the nightmares of the old one, from this slight, ageing man on… Continue reading In Despite of White Horses

The Crier Frets

They keep coming, still in Rhyme Royal. Once it was the parrot who begged liberty to speak. But now he’s become the town crier, in a cage, caught in a storm. Today’s stanza was brought to mind by a good piece by Matthew d’Ancona.  It… Continue reading The Crier Frets

…And Smash the Butterfly

Is this latest little necklace of words in the Rhyme Royal verse-form only a portrait of Mr Trump ?… Continue reading ...And Smash the Butterfly

Paradise Destroy

“Humankind cannot bear very much Reality” is a quote from the poem “Four Quartets” by TS Eliot. If humanity is ever to be buried in a graveyard, once our work is done, this quote will be writ large on our gravestone… Continue reading Paradise Destroy

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