All change
12 Jun 2020 Category: plague notes
You may notice my website looks a little different. I have moved it from Wordpress to Jekyll, teaching myself rudimentary HTML and CSS in the process. I changed a template by DpStrange, modifying it to fit my needs. I also transferred all 278 (!) blog posts over. I honestly hadn’t realised I’d done so many, but then I’ve been working at this blogging game for the last four years. I’m pleased with the results, but it you see a problem or coding issue please let me know.
If it hadn’t been for lockdown I probably wouldn’t have started such...
Condolences
09 Jun 2020 Category: poetry
What good is this scattering over the grass,
this gold and white confetti, these eyes
opening at dawn and closing in the twilight?
These are Freya’s flowers and she is welcome
to them. We have no use for blooms. Callous gods,
you cannot substitute one beauty for another.
What help is protection now? Your garlands
are mere distractions, we have no desire
to chew on the pollen, fill our mouths
with bitter medicine. Left long enough
the petals blister our skin, we become
sun scaled. Spread them no more,...
Echoes and Edges Collaboration
03 Jun 2020 Category: publications
Echoes and edges were kind enough to set my poem How to hear the hills to an incredible deep soundtrack as part of their live stream collaboration. You can watch it here.
They also sent me an mp3 of the song and I’ve uploaded it to SoundCloud. Find that here. What they’ve done with my poem is really powerful but the whole live stream is really cool.
The end of an era
28 May 2020 Category: erasure poetry
Taken from the review pages of Crack magazine, March 2020
Among the trees
26 May 2020 Category: erasure poetry
Taken from the review pages of Crack magazine, March 2020
May in the woods
22 May 2020 Category: photos
I regret to inform you the world does not require your attention, it is still generous with its gifts.
FCIC10
20 May 2020 Category: this was meant to be the future
PhaethonOfficial: We are here at the tenth Future of Computational Intelligence conference (#FCIC10). We sponsor a number of PhD students, excited to see their findings!
ProfSam: Key note in ten minutes. Still get nervous even now. Wish me luck! #FCIC10
ElaineEvans: @ProfSam You’ll be great
Some News
14 May 2020 Category: publications
- I’m very grateful to have a poem up on Nine Muses Poetry called Imposter. It’s a strange little piece and I’m glad it’s found a good home. Check it out here
Virtual workshop and a poem
11 May 2020 Category: poetry
I joined a virtual poetry workshop yesterday run by the wonderful Tonic and wrote this:
First crop of the year
08 May 2020 Category: photos
These radishes distilled the sun, turning it deep scarlet.
Upheaval
03 May 2020 Category: erasure poetry
Taken from The Lanes listings from Bristol: In Stereo March edition- which feels like an artefact from a different world
Napowrimo 2020 Day 30- Burn
30 Apr 2020 Category: poetry
I expect these days to fade like
photographs left on a windowsill.
That’s the hope. The numbers will
blur, the weeks will drain of detail
and colour and I will be left with
outlines and vague shapes, glimpses
of faces in the washed-out clouds,
voices speaking through the hiss.
But I’ll remember the constant dread
every time the radio cut to a bulletin,
how the cruelty of those in charge was
too obvious to ignore. I’ll remember
watching...
Serenity Study zine
30 Apr 2020 Category: zines
I turned my poem from NaPoWriMo Day 27 into a little zine.
Napwriomo 2020 Day 29- Fragment
29 Apr 2020 Category: poetry
Today my mind is like confetti thrown
to the wind, like a website with every
space filled with adverts, all flashing
for my attention, like a river delta
as hundreds of tributaries race towards
the ocean. Do you understand? It’s like
I’ve drunk ten espressos and all I can hear
is the thumping house beat of my heart or
like I am dust in the depths of the galaxy
not yet ready to coalesce into planets.
You must know what I mean. It’s like I’m
a beam of light...
Napowrimo Day 28 - Guilt
28 Apr 2020 Category: poetry
The sky is a confusion of clouds
whereas just yesterday you could
see the galaxy spin. We are out
of coffee once again, the internet
is often on the blink and helicopters
are swarming day and night in hives.
The oceans are swelling, drowning
small coastal towns. The years are
now dandelion seeds in a gale.
I blink. Ten more have flown away.
All of this feels like my fault
somehow. I offer my hands as
an apology. You close my fingers,
pass them back to me, a...
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