A melancholic piece today. Because sometimes we are. Read it here. Buy my book online.

The Einstein-Rosen Bridge we all possess (if we choose to use it): if we want a better future, we must not repeat mistakes from the past. Lessons from old witch hunts.

"He lifted up his gown and everyone kissed his arse. The men were turned nine times about and the women six times."

We Of Nagasaki (1951) by Takashi Nagai & And All The Trumpets (1955) by Donald Smith. Both books were written by survivors of war time atrocities.

First sign of spring (not too far off)?

A nobody from nowhere (in literary terms) enters a catalogue somewhere with real somebodies.

Spike Deane's glass art goddess Aine meets the ruler of our universe

A poem from my first book, Something That Comes Close. Illustration by Spike Deane.

A poem from my first book, Something That Comes Close. Illustration by Spike Deane.

A poem from my first book, Something That Comes Close. Illustration by Spike Deane.

A poem from my first book, Something That Comes Close. Illustration by Spike.

A poem from my first book, Something That Comes Close. Illustration by Spike.

A poem from my first book, Something That Comes Close. Illustration by Spike.

The spoken word. A friend recites the title poem from my book: Something That Comes Close.

"It could not be dangerous to be living in a town like this, of simple people," Marianne Moore, 1921

I am pleased that I wrote and published a book of poems. I like what I've written. I hope people will buy my book.

An "Author's Proof" arrives in the mail.

In loving memory of our mother.

For Betty. 16 January 1931 to 4 February 2025

Matin's birthday. Remembering this force of nature with another poem.