Counting the Cost
The statistics of death and destruction, the millions of refugees and displaced persons and the economic cost are horrific. But the figures only hint at the true cost of war…
I don't take umbrage. I take up my pen
The statistics of death and destruction, the millions of refugees and displaced persons and the economic cost are horrific. But the figures only hint at the true cost of war…
The poem I wrote for the funeral service In memory of my sister Janet (1964 - 2024)
A poem to celebrate the humanity and creativity of the Palestinian people that survives, and may yet transcend, the destructive brutality inflicted on them by Israel.
It is almost 50 years to the day since I voted in the general election called by Edward Heath. He thought democracy was under threat from trade union power and…
A poem for the longest night of the year, a year in which darkness seems to have fallen on so many, in the forgotten war Sudan and the oh so…
Polaris by Simon Armitage Police are hunting high and low for the thief who nicked the winter snow. Who got their mitts on those glittery days? The Arctic fox, the…
Image by Maitane Azurmendi: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International Hibu Abu Nada (1991-2023) was killed along with her son in Gaza by an Israeli airstrike on 20th October 2023.…
Cancer, creativity and a family finding itself as it transitions from grief to joy. Sounds like a mini series. But it's real.
A poem for Twelfth Night inspired by The Twelve Days of Christmas and the bird life on Ormsgill Reservoir - or the Rezza as we know it in Barrow-in-Furness.
A poem for Christmas written in my new notebook with my new pen.