A Poetic Manifesto
I will speak out about my city in my ready northern tongue and make a simple solid vow to tell your stories with the honesty I got from you.
I will speak out about my city in my ready northern tongue and make a simple solid vow to tell your stories with the honesty I got from you.
I hope that whatever happens in the Labour leadership elections the spectres, or are they the angels of social concern, communal action, and a commitment to again slay the modern versions of the five giant evils, will visit us again.
What is it about these places that inspires a sense of awe. No wonder the first peoples named them as sacred.
I have just done an interview about my life as a poet and a broken-down human being on my local radio station
'An old skin sheds no longer needed, a way of good belonging now outdated, letting go its grip I find my orbit round a greater force.'
If you haven’t been keel hauled by life, then you’re not living.
Your life is within, a fine filament that arises in your given soul.