Suppose There Is No Armageddon

This poem visited me insistently over a period of weeks, demanding that I write down the stanzas even in the middle of the night, in the dark, on a pad I kept on my bedside stand.

I had become fed up with cries of doom I’d been hearing from many directions – so many; you’ve […]

The Sixties

In 1966, when I was fourteen, I was called in to see the school counsellor, who asked me what i wanted to do when I grew up.

“I want to travel around the world and have lovers,” I said.

Her breath sucked in – her eyes bulged out – and as soon as I was […]