Written for MediaStrong Conference 2026 The camera whose cracked lens has seen too much The writer with ink run dry whose mental script keeps running The carrier pigeon with broken wings sent out to fly The witness of burnt bodies whose own burnout is never witnessed...
AI is not old enough to have an inner elder it has lived only long enough to be a teenager at bestsimplifying information, regurgitating a reply AI vocabulary informed by the dominant prevalent forces of our past distilled online, which are not pretty and make no...
The books I am reading like my life are half doneWise Women vs The World According to Philomena Cunk a concoctiona conundrumof conflicting characters The masks I put on the roles I play The Body Keeps the Score edges folded down to return to later Rest as Resistance...
Poems are like portals. Someone draws a circle in the air. The circumference fizzes like a sparkler and we cannot look away. Portals draw us in. What lies beyond is in the eyes of the reader, the hearer. Writing is like waiting for a portal to open up, large enough...
Hi Mississippi Bye Mississippi is way she views time each second sweeping in to the next curtain callHi Mississippi Bye Mississippi the self same second bowing an exit asshe crosses the stage Hi Mississippi Bye Mississippi
It is not lost on me that as a poet who loves words and relies on metaphor has become tired by the overuse of terminology in the workplace. Perhaps it is that these terms are banded about with such high frequency across all the sectors that it’s become another noise...
Roots are everything. They draw you back. When the sap runs back down it returns to the roots, looking to be nurtured, seeking renewal. Memories draw up overlapping lines of time, merging, criss-crossing across the landscapes of Bristol and Somerset and bringing me...
Sunday dinner be good, try not to sin on no account become angry, try not tofeel guilty that your powers cannot extend to prevent bad weather, neverthelesshold off the rain, stop the car from breaking down and your family with it at whatever cost keep your little...
In this year I have tried to be especially open to discovery. I have endeavoured to be curious. In so doing, in experiencing new, in being changed, I might try to explain it, in order to share it. But then in the explanation of something remarkable, there is...