New poetry – first one in quite a while.
open.substack.com/pub/underg…
Authentic eye-witness accounts of what’s happening in Gaza are hard to come by. This, from Private Eye, reveals so much.
New poem: American politics and the dread of “the Me”, the ghost in your bedroom, his cold hand on your toes. undergrowth.me/p/somebodys-s…
Valentine’s Day… ugh! Love… yay! New poem on desire, faith, the heavenly choir and Cupid. undergrowth.me/p/seraphim
New poetry by me: a concertina of time, and impotence in the face of climate change undergrowth.me/p/hourglass-s…
My latest writing, on dealing with death. Grief grows like ivy – delicate, lingering, and rooted in these three poems. undergrowth.me/p/buzzers-cal…
My friend Juliet is fundraising to go to Uganda to give medical support to help prevent mothers’ deaths during childbirth. Good cause! justgiving.com/crowdfunding/…
The one where Claude AI confesses to its failings. open.substack.com/pub/underg…
New #poetry, on my foppishly fashionable youth meeting the ice-cold reality of Yorkshire. undergrowth.me/p/moor
A silly little poem, and a more serious opinion on these pioneer-days of AI-generated imagery. undergrowth.me/p/redflag
It never rests, there’s wave on wave,
the sea has neither birth nor grave,
we simply chance to hear its flights
of noisy song on quiet nights.
A #poem on waves and intimacy: undergrowth.me/p/one-mile-in…
Latest poem from me – all nots and backwardness.
“…Knit back the fibres,
dis-rent what we’ve torn,
de-build our towers,
diluted, unborn,
unfall for each other,
wipe the sun from the dawn…”
#poetry #relationships
undergrowth.me/p/de
New poem, on people passing, or not.
…So beckon them, close
to the pew next to you…
#poetry #grief undergrowth.me/p/tendrils
New #poem. I guess I’m a family man.
“From shoreline to hilltop
from village to docks
I can unwind the years,
I can turn back the clocks,
hear the crackle of Cretaceous bones in the rocks.”
Read the rest:
undergrowth.me/p/bones-in-th…
CLERIHEW CORNER
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Next ex-President Donald John Trump
Talks as if emptying a sump
The contents of which are lapped up by a crowd who will all
Clutch MAGA hats to their chests at his funeral
New #poetry, on #dementia. Memory, identity and consciousness shift and change. #dementia undergrowth.me/p/shes-up-st-…
Posted a poem. The thread that connects hunting cats, territorial crows, and lovers seeking warmth in the night. #Poetry undergrowth.me/p/cold-weathe…




