This questionnaire comprised part of my Masters’ independent research project on ecopoetry. Our climate emergency is evidenced in increasingly devastating weather events and yet, there is still resistance to altering our behaviours, to challenge the destructive...
The habit of hanging artworks on my garden fence The giant Buddha sits crossed legged meditating on Time with his back to me. He’s taller than the black maple tree and the pagoda on the horizon. The image is reflected in the waters of Lake Mahor and todays...
The Interior We gather around the machine, looking down at the fallen trunk, with little hope of being able to put it all back together. The grandfather had the tools, and the skills, but he bequeathed none to us. The sand under our feet is orange...
A Mawkish Ode to Murder She was night at its blackest heart It’d be stupid not to, right? It began with slaying metaphors, that gifted an initial rush like blood orange splatter in the opening frames of a thriller. They were in birth removed from...
Gold A shower of gold? Old Zeus? That’s the village gossip except I saw her legs wide to the sun. Well, we’ve all been there, haven’t we, girls? And if a passing goatherd happened to linger in a jangle of leaping bells what do you expect? It was...
