Of course you would clean the carpets, buff all the silver, dust bookshelves But, would you look inside yourself? Would you start dusting...

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

(For Sarah’s 53rd birthday) Deaths of loved ones, all the bones rattle and the hum of hope, bones in layers, buds open. Heaven’s eye...

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....

Thank you to Green Ink Poetry for publishing my poem in their Luminescence collection: https://www.greeninkpoetry.co.uk/poetry-submission...

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

A grassy climb confronts us. Lakeland but out on a limb. We pass brawny, parked heather and pick a purple flower to adorn your coral...

Next week, I'm involved in an event organised by Professor Alison Baverstock. This is her advert: This event on space is part of the...

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

Blood sugar, sex, magic (Sarah James) Verve Poetry Press 2022 Sarah James starts the book with an emotive quotation from the Merchant of...

Thanks to the Agape Review for publishing this short reflection: https://agapereview.com/2022/09/25/iris/ - Have a good day! Stephen

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

Hiya! I'm doing a reading on West Wilts Radio! See below: Dominic Fisher, master of delicious phrases ('afternoon half-covers a table',...

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...

I hold burning splints, with expectant brain before my choiceness, sense the open ends of test tubes of gas, my squeaky heart pops Ends...

Anagrammed lines: O! Truss. Wahoo. Get new water! Sort out the raw sewage. NOW!

(Lipogram poem: each line only uses letters of each italicised dye type). -- Fluoresceins source free sols in resins Rhodamines: some are...