Sweet Lemonade Skies

After The Wild Geese by Wendell Berry Walking in wetlands on Tuesday morning, rare time alone, I savour November sunshine Continue reading →

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

October Bees

After Wendell Berry. “Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.” Continue reading →

Making Sense of the World

I have been doing a lot of thinking about the awful atrocities in Palestine following my band’s recent fundraiser for Continue reading →

Life was Better

Do you remember life before the internet? I had to get you off the line Before I could call We Continue reading →

Sway

Do not mourn my decay Watch me sway And remember the words I helped you say

Glimpses

Sat on the old bench – Captain Peter Percy – The organist told him, “you can hear the ghosts of Continue reading →

Fragments of a Dream

What does freedom mean to you? Ray Bradbury said. “Don’t think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity.” This poem is Continue reading →