Tag: poem
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Velvet Moss & Shivering Light
The stars were caught in a tangled net, Of willow bows and violet regret, When a man with a coat of velvet mossStepped over the bridge that no one would cross. He carried a lantern, hollow and wide, With a flicker of maybe trapped inside. He wasn’t searching for silver or gold, Or the stories…
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A Ban Today, a Precedent Tomorrow
They stopped Hasan Piker from entering this “United” Kingdomwith a decision already madesomewhere far from the desk in front of him. His ETA revoked,his name flagged,his presence declared“not conducive to the public good,”a phrase so vagueit can stretch to fitanyone a government finds inconvenient. No charges.No hearing.No explanation beyond implication. Just a door quietly closingon…
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June, in a Country that Doesn’t Quite Trust Summer
June arrives without asking,a pale stretch of morningthat starts before you’re ready.The light gets up early here,nosy and persistent,peering through the curtainsas if to check you’re still alive. The days go long and lanky,hours spilling everywhere,refusing to end at a sensible time.The air warms, sort of,in that half‑hearted Scottish way;soft enough for a T‑shirt,cold enough…
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The Case of the Forgetful First Minister
In a house near a hoose on a bright Glasgow day,A reporter popped up with a question to say: “Did your spouse do the thing with the funds in the can?”And she blinked and replied,“I don’t recall being married to that man.” She checked in the cupboards, she checked in her shoe,She checked in a…
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Trust Me, He Says, Again, Somehow
James Watt, the co-founder of Brewdog, has decided that now is the time to launch a new beer business. I have thoughts. Trust Me, He Says, Again, Somehow Trust is a funny thing.It takes years to build, seconds to lose, and apparently only one LinkedIn post to pretend you’ve earned back. Which brings us neatly…
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The Victory Lap of Not Knowing Anything
Sarah Wood is the leader of the Reform Party group on Kirklees Council. As such, she ran to lead the council, of which her party holds a plurality, but no majority. Here is Cllr. Wood, demonstrating her grasp of the council that she feels equipped to lead: The Victory Lap of Not Knowing Anything The…
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The Wind that Followed Me Home
A small wind followed me home today.Not a storm,not even a breeze;just a curious little draftwith leaves in its hairand the smell of faraway hillsclinging to its coat. It tugged at my sleevelike a child wanting attention,nudging me toward puddles,toward dandelions,toward things I’d forgottenwere worth noticing. When I boiled the kettle,it sat on the counterand…
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Unite the Kingdom (But Only the England Bit, Obviously)
The Unite the Kingdom rally in London was billed as some grand patriotic moment, a unifying force, a national stand, a big tent for the whole UK. And then you look at the crowd and half of them are wearing “Make England Great Again” hats. England.Not Britain.Not the UK.Just England; loudly, proudly, and with the…
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1337 Day Streak on NoRerolls
Today, I hit a daily posting streak over on NoRerolls. 1337 days! That tickled me, and I thought I’d just put something here to commemorate… 1337: Skill Issue 1337 days in a row; a number that screams “pro,”even though my actual strategyis justdon’t stop postingand hope no one noticesI have no build order. Skill issue?Absolutely.But…