Sense gone. He steps out of his home. The trivial click of the door-lock final and massive under a low-slung, black-and-white … More
Category: Poems
Our father’s betrayal: why we hate the Labour Party
Elliot was a baby. I travelled a great deal. Whenever I returned he would not look at me or acknowledge … More
Ageing
(Bob asked me, ‘what is it like wandering on the moors?’) I have wandered moors. There are no features The … More
Israeli Defence Force
(written in the wake of Israeli Gaza attacks, 2014) What does it feel like To pull a trigger on … More