Nemo

An evocation of memories.

The horrors of nocturnal loneliness prey on a poetic mind.

Growing up in a dysfunctional family in the 1960s was no picnic for this writer and the wounds still sting.

Do we truly learn the real lessons of our colourful past? This poem surveys the last eight centuries of British history.

A lyrical piece highlighting the intrinsic sadness of autumn and a young child’s sensitivity to it.

Humanity’s brutal exploitation of the natural world for profit is the subject of this poetic condemnation of corporate avarice.