[tabby title="Poem"] With threnody of global cries,excruciating pains of war,I worry that my self-concernscreams inappropriate to air. And yet inside my head, confused,lost memories, dementia hints,entanglements of synapse threads,diffused, every thought everywhere,as strewn, flung, scattered, round about,me dizzy in carousal...

[tabby title="Poem"] It’s muscle memory in playthat rules our movement through stretched days,habitual practice, gravity,the centre of our core response,as limbs explore this living space.Positions held, a stance recalled,en pointe, with confidence maintainedmeans tendu, plié, arabesque,all taken in their stride...

[tabby title="Poem"] As brash and forthright brought to bear,space barely left to air a view,so at our door the need to deal;call supple minds to exercisethe art of subtle, writers’ trade. When flames lick freedoms, burning books.arresting words to be...

[tabby title="Poem"] The by-line is essential clueas global headlines influence,outrageous, common currency,(recall bite test, validity?)for threats the trade, bit coinage. Gold standard, once so dearly held,of sterling value in the world(though miners paid the price involved)is now reduced, art of...

[tabby title="Poem"] Beside the dead, it’s living still,and knowing killed had mothers too,their nurture, breast, in common, sotheir mind and soul grown in their soil -as yours, but which the greater soiled?For every soldier’s demon hauntswith tempting taunts and question...