Turquoise Monster

Skin Hard as rock Impenetrable But only to the mildest of blows Air as gentle breath and waters salt tears Eat me away – hit hard and I will shatter

Thoughts Cascade A mind meltdown With knowledge cores Burning up Wisdom irradiating Growing thought Cascading With creative nodes Ideas blinking Neural networks sparking Routeing out Memories Fragmentation rearrange Something new Then it starts again With the old and the new A thought cascade

Recording of my poem Shimmer. Within and Without by Salaric

Remembered that I’d posted this video – it is the preliminary work put in to some of the science communication stuff I do. This was filmed before I went off to the University of the West of England to do my course. I thought I would share for amusement value and cuteness.

My home is not this building With it’s antiquated beams And spiders left in the loft It is not the garden strewn With fruit and edibles Nor is it the burbling stream Pouring over idyllic cotswold stone My home is not the red doored House where I grew up It is not the cracked pavement […]

Before Christmas 2016 I went to one of the Launch events for this book Diamond Cutters, the book is full of mystery and mythos and stark bright truths. A mix of poems from different segments of time and society and countries – a book that I need in these times. My friend is in the […]

Dark rainbows twist in the core of existence Pulling the strings that set the rhythm of life Swilling in the contemplation of the atoms vibration Moments kicked and bitten to existence Something new from the old arises – pushing up And up into a place as yet unmade Ghosts of this creations whisper Existentialism bleeds […]

You took me Gloucester City On a windy day And I stood in awe And how I did sway For above my head Flying high in the sky Whirling black clouds Like ink drops in my eyes A shoal of birds was there Swarming in the air In Gloucester city On that windy day ooooooooo […]

Walking through the summer evening with you Pavement basted in heat the sun beats down upon our heads hands intwined it divine how our minds seem to see eye to eye We walk these city streets Thinking what a pity litter strewns our path We kick the obsticles out of the way It seems to […]

Knit a circle Two ended spikes In a loop Eternally meet Thread with end And beginning Tangled into Meaning Count the stitch Count the row 42.