[tabby title="Poem"] Like old salts’ huts, with herring hung,or Kilner jars of my old gran -the fruits of summer in a glass -that harvest of both sea and landwere pantried for the coming storms,a lost importance, modern clan. I dreamed...

[tabby title="Poem"] The world so full of gullible,those traps set for vulnerable,the western, anxious capital,their assets as they climb or fall,both stocks and shares, or fortune’s wares,but more in their relationships –their stock in sharing lives, of love,companionship in heart...

[tabby title="Poem"] Into a doze, post-prandial - Today imagination floats,uneasy scenes from lunchtime newsof rubble strewn where agèd starved,grave markers where the unnamed lie,armed guns and spearheads, leaving meballistic, rage with what should do. See filthy water children drink,sea ice-melt...

[tabby title="Poem"] At last, with leather, hammer, nails,they’d engineered their living plan,a plot to fix the ankles, heels,though some saw bridge for vacant soles. So many hanging, high, by way,once supple, subtle flesh on bonenow hardened, callous, bleeding, vainthe hope...

[tabby title="Poem"] But do we see a rubber stamp,or hear approving seal drop downon changing terms, the vocab test,as world adopts the new textspeak,a common language for the globe? Erasing native tongues, said threat,and yet the tower of Babel setas...