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Cambridge reading

It was wonderful to read at the end of term Pelican Poets meeting at Corpus Christi College (my old college) this week. This event gave...

Occupying spaces

When Tory was here: She was the leading light at medical school. Occupying the spaces of disease and always looking to solve problems. A...

Holes in the night

(Matt 5 13-16) Holes in the night Keeping the salt of the Earth salty is a challenge that can be won. Keeping your light visible can help...

Poetry Worth Hearing interview

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

Pumps like P-glycoprotein

come from God because He wants to save us. Giving us a mechanism linked to the expulsion of toxins from our cells must be good.

Dear cave soul

Here is a poem that I shared in my 2nd online Molecules Unlimited meeting (which took place last evening): Dear cave soul (Campion, M....

Some topics that interest me

The organic chemistry of life. The chemistry of organic life. The life of organic chemistry. The organic life of chemistry. - (a whole...

A Mother’s love

A Mother’s love is the break of day. Consciousness in a world that’s asleep. Stephen Paul Wren

The ladder

Climbing to reach you. Climbing with you. We see saints, we see birds, we see it All. In fact, the ladder is horizontal. Walking with...

Berberine

Berberine (a new version of Sing a Song of Sixpence)* Add a shot of colour, A tree root full of salt Sunk in Chinese goldthread Stored in...

Glasswork

A big thanks to Jennifer Wong for including this pome of mine in the TORCH A Personal History of Home digital anthology:...

Land of my daughters

(Inspired by the Welsh Land of my fathers) O Land of my daughters, O zests of my soul, Dear children to cherish who gather me whole, And...

This life

(Only uses the letters T, H, I, S, L, I, F, E) Flesh left filth. Thief fest. Lies set flies. Lest His flits fit. (Tiles). Shift files....

Tendrils

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

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