Author: Dux …

Schisms up the magnitude of orders being smashed isms being isms In a world which couldn’t last, balance out of kilter in the ways that things are done I woke to rise this morning in a world without a sun. They colonised the limits with a spread of rank decay polluting what was beautiful with…

Redacted to a darkened void where sins committed  sit in shaded corners  full of shame. Perjured proof as Kompromat the crime of grimy goings on goes on and on and on. Light is shone and shadows fall yet still the perpetrators  fail to face their foulness full. Opprobrium washes over the facts and dries itself…

================ A poet chanced upon a while to linger in the younger lands of Wrexham, on a projects worth of learning late last Spring. As part of Lead Creative Schools our fool who art in Arts own mind arrived, began to play and found a flow where plans could manifest. This pioneer ( in name…

Listening to Varoufakis talk about the Board of Peace Understanding implications Of the rising of the beast, Ending the United Nations Ripping from the charters heart Jurisdictions, malintentions  Added to a shopping cart. Dominated by the dollar Membership by offered purse Led forever by the orange Surely things cannot get worse. Palestine as Mar-a-Lago Zionistic…

The tragic disappearance of decorum has been noted And while much of it was bullshit there are things that we have lost Manners are important, as is grace and common decency Respect has been the victim and has come at quite a cost. We risk becoming blase as the daily toxic cabaret Delivers us examples…

Loyal in it’s service to my journalling, I think about it’s plight and wonder how it feels about the lines it helped to conjure. A ‘ once was ‘warrior, whose words helped express my morning feelings. A hand-held helper who somehow knew the way to flow & capture metaphors and meanings from the melee. I…

Farewell my friend Calibri Victim of a regimes ire Too woke for Maga edicts Demanding that their text require The flourish of a serif Formality instead of ease The power of a sheriff To bring a font onto it’s knees. The culture wars enfolding Diversity a threat to some A message they are moulding Announcing…

I’ve never bit the bullet I don’t think that I could I think that biting bullets wouldn’t do me any good. To make a big decision I think about it first I focus on precision What’s better and what’s worse. I think about what’s likely To happen if I did Consider in my psyche If…

In torsoes bared by winters feel revealing each identity in postures proud a standing crowd of Hazel, Ash and Willow trees emerge as from the winters depth upon the solstice misty cloud to know that light will soon return unless the clock is disavowed. In shrouded mist the ghostly forms of hedges rough, allowed to…

Upon the full moons face I saw reflected travelled light and watched the shadows slowly creeping ‘cross the filament of night on rolling hills that I call home I witnessed snowy silver white until a golden orb appeared and told me everythings all right. On patterned days we see the ways that solar rays are…