Be cautious, on beach sand, if you hurt. For waves speak and offer ancient help. Meditate on your own oblique sun. Add acid to some...

Here is a poem that I wrote for the 4th online Molecules Unlimited meeting (theme = water): Living water I lurk beneath water’s...

In my nineties, my friends are sorry for my losses. They say you can see the pain in his face. In necrosis states, do cells cry for each...

In a dream, Henry told me (in his car) that Dylan had died. Henry told me that Dylan always fought with their sister (Chloe). Henry told...

Mix the previously unseen, and heat. New lights will emerge if we look closely.

This will be fun! The Chemistry of memory: a workshop exploring memory through science, colour and poetry Date: 13th June 2023 Time:...

Thanks to Strider for publishing two more of my poems: https://lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/2023/05/two-poems-by-dr-stephen-paul-...

For George Gamow (March 4, 1904 – August 19, 1968) his cells compress the codes in dialects (transcribe, translate) the bottled gestures...

Here is part 2 of my Dipoles series (inspired a little by Dylan Thomas): Separations When dear partners stop being partners love starts...

Thanks to Kathleen Mcphilemy, I was interviewed for episode 12 of the Poetry Worth Hearing podcast. Please see the links below for...

I see svelte squads, attachments, golden threads ascend from my youth. Herbaceous spirals go stretching out, to hook my ankles. Our...

(in honour of George Orwell) They are heard in alleyways. Tired, hoarse, and kicked in the teeth. The kittens, long forgotten, knackered,...

Sneeze and the stars come out. Why do the stars blink? Weights are placed on the Earth’s eyes. A series of sparks can signal the end of...

A red deer panics at dawn. It trips the stiff, morning light. Air rattles down cracked loam lines. Bronchi spread like beaten wings....

Your senses will fall down strange, steep cliffsides. Buried recalls will slip on fawning films. Life will be washed away, marking days...

I'm thrilled that Kathleen McPhilemy chose to feature this poem in the latest Poetry Worth Hearing episode. The podcast is now available...

It borders liquids, so unreactive and shaped. Magic boils inside. Its transparent quality gives us a window to art. It is glass,...

Thanks Dreich magazine for publishing this poem (season 5 number 2). -- I temples are bodies you tell me our human-eye’s view surveys...

Thanks Dreich magazine for publishing this poem (season 5 number 2). -- In homes devoid of matter, listless lives are vices gripping...

Shall I employ a new procedure, yes? An alabaster nucleus of hope that swims and hoists, beginning long returns and catching you in...