A lil black phone with my poems in

Sirens Sirens along coasts issue tidal notices. Activists enter, holding signs, waterlogged hands. Records adjust sea levels...

Jam Jar Potions Jam‑jar potions from roses and rain water made their secrets spill, as colours mute and fade. Today green rice and incense...

Pendulum Tonight,  off‑prompt,  I fluctuate fugue-swing  Weigh gratitude in one hand,  f ear in the other.  Hope flickers.  Grief breathes. ...

Management Track The boar snorts, says leadership is a path you scent, not a rota you laminate. Management counts acorns; leadership knows ...

A Fifa by any other name... 1. Fifa child‑tongue stumbles, named by a cousin testing sounds a nickname takes root 2. Baldric hatching c...

  D’you ken — Log-toothed builder, Flame-lipped crow, Dusty eco-engineer.

Sian's Yellow Roses I. Energetics Yellow rose, sun-aligned, a rising flare, petals like a lion’s amber gaze. Warming the solar plexus, s...

  Glimmers Against the Ending I write because the light keeps calling. Each workday I leave the house, connect, perform modest miracles, a...

Blue Mentor Tanka Ocean without speech,   yet you teach me to listen:   Blue spaces whisper   wonders, compassion, kinship  the ways we are ...

  The Manor  Chatting with Dad, I learn the world was named twice over: Mud Hill in his tales,  Elephant Hill in our own;  Round Pond, Roman...

  Uncle Danny In the white panel van you ferried me through summers, the back filled with tools and the scents of nature.  Head gardener at ...

The Next Stage

  For them, but not for me I watched them run the length of the rec, they streak ahead like hares in spring. My body, slower now, keeps i...

But I’m no conservationist. I say it like a disclaimer, that it’s not my training, like I’m a stick of rock that in my middle says “Yoof Wor...

We are on a little planet, cracking at the seams. You were chasing profits, we are chasing dreams. Storms are getting wilder now, rivers sta...

    The Wild Boar Who Thinks I’m Being Mugged Off I. I’m just heading out, keys in one hand, dignity in the other, when a boar lumbers out f...

Minor Inconveniences  Methinks I loathe the word methinks. It juggles into sentences like a smug little jester. Tinfoil is my shining rival,...

  In like a lion Most mornings start with Baris at my door, we talk about the weather, then talk some more. A community organiser and a Turk...

  Red Plastic Alchemy We lifted the seat of the red ride‑and‑go its sacred hollow our cauldron. With cupped hands, we carried rainwater,...

  British Black Bee Native British bee - adapted to fickle skies. Hardy through winter - needs less food and thrives with change. Save nativ...