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A year in green space Out like a school-girl skyving down the arboretum. Socialised tongues speak organic tea, soft-boiled politics, food/soil preparation. * Over-satiated by light, vegetables [...]

Some Thoughts about teenage girls, sexuality, power and Living Dolls on International Women’s Day   The other week I stopped two fifteen year-old girls taking duckface, cleavage selfies in a [...]

Circus poem 4: Fellini   Fellini, my tongue unfurls ‘Fellini’ salivating films watched at an impressionable age; Your Women ring in my ears like coiffured charms to guide, through black and [...]

The Entertainer in Great Yarmouth   Sea – her as God. Blue arms unfolding transparent pages to Sun and Moon who read every motion.   Dayrise Sea her aquarium brains winding up The [...]

Circus Poem 3. Aerial Hoop.   Women who suspend themselves, lashes glued, lycra flesh gussied round a glittering hoop hang in conviction.   There is craft in being gripped [...]

Dear Accidental Director,   If like me, directing emerged from you unexpectedly like the late-twenties flowering of a second head, you may not fit the profile usually associated with [...]

The Tree Museum   Light dense with memory crowds The Arboretum’s green hands down child-tramped cinder-track… …spreading ad-infinitum over sly-necked brook and wooden steps [...]

Stamford Sixth Form (in progress)   We walked the town of Georgian chimneys evading state-school smirks and flat-faced old women impressed with our safety/blazer/kilt-pinned second-hand [...]

The Bisbroke track.   Walking…arm-deep in rapeseed, by     a pylon’s iron-man legs off     the tractor path, between     Larkrise village and a cock-and-bull’ market town. My eyes [...]

Today I sat outside a cafe near Cathedral Square in Peterborough and watched a charged, verbal fight in the street. One man (with a baby-buggy, small child and a wife) had (for a reason unknown [...]