Upstart Photographer: Things #2

I like to write poems. I like to take photographs. Sometimes I take photos of things. Here’s one, with an accompanying poem. I don’t normally write poems about things, but for my photos I can make an exception. Cheers Steve 🙂 Road. A poem. Exemplars on the way, milestones of the incredulous and the extravagant,Continue reading “Upstart Photographer: Things #2”

The Black Tree. A poem.

The tree is black and formless, its charred soul departed so many years before from this noxious darkness. This fractured stump, dreaming of chlorophyll and carbon dioxide smells. This burned and sullen timber that in this wasteland dwells. If you liked that, then you’ll love the poems in my first book The All or theContinue reading “The Black Tree. A poem.”

Dust and Rust. A poem.

Take down the green, straddle the Earth with the carbon footprint of giants. Every tree felled, another wooden nail in our meagre wooden coffin. Let the next race be won by whomever loves this planet more than humans being, who in our rush to claim the prize have won nothing but dust, rust, and forgottenContinue reading “Dust and Rust. A poem.”