Authentic eye-witness accounts of what’s happening in Gaza are hard to come by. This, from Private Eye, reveals so much.
August 19, 2025 at 9:38 AM
Authentic eye-witness accounts of what’s happening in Gaza are hard to come by. This, from Private Eye, reveals so much.
Good point. (Letter to Private Eye)
July 24, 2025 at 5:35 PM
Good point. (Letter to Private Eye)
New poem: American politics and the dread of “the Me”, the ghost in your bedroom, his cold hand on your toes. www.undergrowth.me/p/somebodys-...
Somebody’s Stolen the Moon
POETRY: America, a thousand miles away, and the Me is looming dreadfully close
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March 11, 2025 at 6:00 PM
New poem: American politics and the dread of “the Me”, the ghost in your bedroom, his cold hand on your toes. www.undergrowth.me/p/somebodys-...
Valentine’s Day… ugh! Love… yay! New poem on desire, faith, the heavenly choir and Cupid. www.undergrowth.me/p/seraphim
Seraphim
LOVE-LUST POEM #2: The heavenly choir. Peacefully blessed. Simple desire in an infinite cosmos.
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February 14, 2025 at 5:40 PM
Valentine’s Day… ugh! Love… yay! New poem on desire, faith, the heavenly choir and Cupid. www.undergrowth.me/p/seraphim
New poetry by me: a concertina of time, and impotence in the face of climate change www.undergrowth.me/p/hourglass-...
Hourglass Sand
POETRY: Cause and consequences, the concertina of time, human failings.
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February 12, 2025 at 10:27 AM
New poetry by me: a concertina of time, and impotence in the face of climate change www.undergrowth.me/p/hourglass-...
My latest writing, on dealing with death. Grief grows like ivy – delicate, lingering, and rooted in these three poems. www.undergrowth.me/p/buzzers-call
Buzzer’s Call
Mum died. I stay busy, yes-yes I’m OK, OK, I’m fine. But Hamlet broods. Grief grows like ivy – delicate, lingering, and rooted in these three poems. On decline. On Decay. On the end of things.
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February 7, 2025 at 6:52 PM
My latest writing, on dealing with death. Grief grows like ivy – delicate, lingering, and rooted in these three poems. www.undergrowth.me/p/buzzers-call
The one where Claude AI confesses to its failings. open.substack.com/pub/undergro...
Flawed Claude
ACTUALITY: Adventures in AI, in which Claude admits to “talking out of my ass”
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January 31, 2025 at 10:39 AM
The one where Claude AI confesses to its failings. open.substack.com/pub/undergro...
New #poetry, on my foppishly fashionable youth meeting the ice-cold reality of Yorkshire. www.undergrowth.me/p/moor
Moor
POETRY: I’ll never be done with my life in the north
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January 13, 2025 at 2:59 PM
New #poetry, on my foppishly fashionable youth meeting the ice-cold reality of Yorkshire. www.undergrowth.me/p/moor
A silly little poem, and a more serious opinion on these pioneer-days of AI-generated imagery. www.undergrowth.me/p/redflag
#redFlag
Some drive-by verse, rattling along mainly as a hook to hang my opinions on AI-bonkers illustrations
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December 9, 2024 at 1:46 PM
A silly little poem, and a more serious opinion on these pioneer-days of AI-generated imagery. www.undergrowth.me/p/redflag
It never rests, there’s wave on wave,
the sea has neither birth nor grave,
we simply chance to hear its flights
of noisy song on quiet nights.
A #poem on waves and intimacy: www.undergrowth.me/p/one-mile-i...
the sea has neither birth nor grave,
we simply chance to hear its flights
of noisy song on quiet nights.
A #poem on waves and intimacy: www.undergrowth.me/p/one-mile-i...
One Mile Inland
POETRY: Waves roar. Distance whispers. Intimacy echoes.
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December 1, 2024 at 4:27 PM
It never rests, there’s wave on wave,
the sea has neither birth nor grave,
we simply chance to hear its flights
of noisy song on quiet nights.
A #poem on waves and intimacy: www.undergrowth.me/p/one-mile-i...
the sea has neither birth nor grave,
we simply chance to hear its flights
of noisy song on quiet nights.
A #poem on waves and intimacy: www.undergrowth.me/p/one-mile-i...
Silt
POETRY: Shadows lengthen. Presence and absence. Nature knows.
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November 29, 2024 at 1:00 PM
@jayrayner1.bsky.social Some lovely reminiscence including your mum’s “The Body Book” here. 🙂 open.substack.com/pub/wendyvar...
On Learning The Facts of Life
Birds and bees and wallabies, or the bald truth?
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November 20, 2024 at 7:26 PM
@jayrayner1.bsky.social Some lovely reminiscence including your mum’s “The Body Book” here. 🙂 open.substack.com/pub/wendyvar...
Latest poem from me – all nots and backwardness.
“…Knit back the fibres,
dis-rent what we’ve torn,
de-build our towers,
diluted, unborn,
unfall for each other,
wipe the sun from the dawn…”
#poetry #relationships
www.undergrowth.me/p/de
“…Knit back the fibres,
dis-rent what we’ve torn,
de-build our towers,
diluted, unborn,
unfall for each other,
wipe the sun from the dawn…”
#poetry #relationships
www.undergrowth.me/p/de
De-
POETRY: Love dissolves. Hearts rebel. Destiny prevails.
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November 13, 2024 at 4:44 PM
Latest poem from me – all nots and backwardness.
“…Knit back the fibres,
dis-rent what we’ve torn,
de-build our towers,
diluted, unborn,
unfall for each other,
wipe the sun from the dawn…”
#poetry #relationships
www.undergrowth.me/p/de
“…Knit back the fibres,
dis-rent what we’ve torn,
de-build our towers,
diluted, unborn,
unfall for each other,
wipe the sun from the dawn…”
#poetry #relationships
www.undergrowth.me/p/de
New poem, on people passing, or not.
…So beckon them, close
to the pew next to you…
#poetry #grief www.undergrowth.me/p/tendrils
…So beckon them, close
to the pew next to you…
#poetry #grief www.undergrowth.me/p/tendrils
November 10, 2024 at 11:07 AM
New poem, on people passing, or not.
…So beckon them, close
to the pew next to you…
#poetry #grief www.undergrowth.me/p/tendrils
…So beckon them, close
to the pew next to you…
#poetry #grief www.undergrowth.me/p/tendrils
New #poetry. I guess I’m a family man.
“From shoreline to hilltop
from village to docks
I can unwind the years,
I can turn back the clocks,
hear the crackle of Cretaceous bones in the rocks.”
Read the rest:
www.undergrowth.me/p/bones-in-t...
“From shoreline to hilltop
from village to docks
I can unwind the years,
I can turn back the clocks,
hear the crackle of Cretaceous bones in the rocks.”
Read the rest:
www.undergrowth.me/p/bones-in-t...
Bones in the Rocks
POETRY: Family. Ferries. Fatherhood.
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November 3, 2024 at 11:33 AM
New #poetry. I guess I’m a family man.
“From shoreline to hilltop
from village to docks
I can unwind the years,
I can turn back the clocks,
hear the crackle of Cretaceous bones in the rocks.”
Read the rest:
www.undergrowth.me/p/bones-in-t...
“From shoreline to hilltop
from village to docks
I can unwind the years,
I can turn back the clocks,
hear the crackle of Cretaceous bones in the rocks.”
Read the rest:
www.undergrowth.me/p/bones-in-t...
New #poetry, on #dementia. Memory, identity and consciousness shift and change. #dementia www.undergrowth.me/p/shes-up-st...
She’s Up St Mary’s Again
A poem, on the raw landscape of looming dementia.
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November 1, 2024 at 2:40 PM
New #poetry, on #dementia. Memory, identity and consciousness shift and change. #dementia www.undergrowth.me/p/shes-up-st...
A poem. Nature’s hunters and human hearts find their rhythm in the deepening autumn dark. #Poetry www.undergrowth.me/p/cold-weath...
Cold Weather Front
POETRY: Night. Predators. Season’s turn.
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October 30, 2024 at 10:31 AM
A poem. Nature’s hunters and human hearts find their rhythm in the deepening autumn dark. #Poetry www.undergrowth.me/p/cold-weath...
#Halloween story! “We froze, in confusion and mounting fear, as Hell’s hungry minion encircled us like a stinking lasso. He raced around us, his orbit scoring a fiery ring in the pavement – just wide enough to enclose the two of us.” #Fiction www.undergrowth.me/p/dorothy-th...
October 30, 2024 at 10:25 AM
#Halloween story! “We froze, in confusion and mounting fear, as Hell’s hungry minion encircled us like a stinking lasso. He raced around us, his orbit scoring a fiery ring in the pavement – just wide enough to enclose the two of us.” #Fiction www.undergrowth.me/p/dorothy-th...
New #Halloween #fiction. A midnight stroll transforms into an odyssey through Hell’s labyrinth, where ancient spirits await with impossible choices. www.undergrowth.me/p/dorothy-th...
Dorothy, the Demon and I
FICTION: A Hallowe’en story. Night-walking to an appointment with ELIZA in the Underworld. Terror lurks. Choice becomes destiny. Freedom has a price.
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October 28, 2024 at 5:19 PM
New #Halloween #fiction. A midnight stroll transforms into an odyssey through Hell’s labyrinth, where ancient spirits await with impossible choices. www.undergrowth.me/p/dorothy-th...
#Poetry corner. The delicate dance between wild instinct and domestic comfort as winter approaches. www.undergrowth.me/p/cold-weath...
Cold Weather Front
POETRY: Night. Predators. Season’s turn.
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October 28, 2024 at 11:34 AM
#Poetry corner. The delicate dance between wild instinct and domestic comfort as winter approaches. www.undergrowth.me/p/cold-weath...
New #poetry. October night unfolds through the eyes of predators and lovers, where warmth becomes the ultimate prize. www.undergrowth.me/p/cold-weath...
Cold Weather Front
POETRY: Night. Predators. Season’s turn.
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October 26, 2024 at 10:22 AM
New #poetry. October night unfolds through the eyes of predators and lovers, where warmth becomes the ultimate prize. www.undergrowth.me/p/cold-weath...
New #poetry. Nature’s orchestra, storm clouds gather and transform the landscape. www.undergrowth.me/p/a-bang-fro...
A Bang from the Inky
POETRY: Thunder breaks. Nature transforms. Life persists.
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October 24, 2024 at 12:28 PM
New #poetry. Nature’s orchestra, storm clouds gather and transform the landscape. www.undergrowth.me/p/a-bang-fro...
New #poetry. In the shimmer of equatorial heat, a meditation on distance and connection unfolds on an empty beach. www.undergrowth.me/p/boiled-air...
Boiled Air and Brine
Heat and sand. Separate souls. Ocean and tree-shade.
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October 22, 2024 at 11:18 AM
New #poetry. In the shimmer of equatorial heat, a meditation on distance and connection unfolds on an empty beach. www.undergrowth.me/p/boiled-air...