On scientists and their poetry

On scientists and their poetry

by | Sep 10, 2019 | Poems in The Rialto

Over the last few weeks I’ve found myself using the phrase ‘think like a poet’ a lot, especially as the final idea I want to leave people with, at the end of beginning to write workshops. It sounds sufficiently exhortatory (especially if I’m windmilling my arms while...
1 Poultry

1 Poultry

by | Dec 15, 2017 | Poems in The Rialto

Shoot up in the fast lift, poke the faux gras with toothpick heels. Late lunch at the Coq d’Argent – accept a drink, plan your exit. After two pm the old religion can be smelt – some urban plague myth – even here, halfway to the holding stacks of City-bound planes....
Decompression by William Stephenson

Decompression by William Stephenson

by | Jul 4, 2017 | Poems in The Rialto

Decompression The induction program’s willow pattern eyes and terracotta lips matched those of the woman I married in my first incarnation. She whispered, Just you and me darling me darling – a glitch, surely, A stutter in the software – so make yourself yourself. She...
‘Hey, have you had your hair cut?’

‘Hey, have you had your hair cut?’

by | Jan 13, 2015 | Blogs

We’ve had the decorators in at home for the last few weeks. Nothing major – a few licks of paint here and there, a new light switch or two; the hey, have you had your hair cut? level of change. But what I found most surprising was my reaction of getting in of an...