Poetry

This is a poem I wrote for Worldwatch Institute Europe’s monthly newsletter. The original post can be found here. I have a problem. I’m stuck in a bind; This season, I have many presents to find. The shops have gone crazy, everything is on sale! The shoppers are worse, seeking their holy grail. But...
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Sophie Muir recently made history by not only becoming the first Australian long track skater in 16 years, but is also the first ever female long track olympic speed skater. We’re pretty proud of her. But it takes more than just a pretty face to get into the olympics. Literally thousands of hours of...
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Well what have we here, is it that time of year? oh my, how time, it has flown! so give us a smile, it’s been a long while I hope as a person you’ve grown… what me? I don’t know, I’ve got nothing to show all I’ve done is skate round a little but...
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They met strangely facing one to another, each from each side up the slope, towards the peak racing neither knowing another, nor trying to hide gripped by dizzying height they spoke: “I was pushed” the left one said “my colleagues and I, under pressure trapped escape was easy, from underground I was led more...
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My application for photo editor of the Spec… that never made it (note: MB = Managing Board) To MB or not to MB, that is the question, whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous deadline, or to raise eyepiece to eye, finger to shutter, and by opposing,...
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it is lonely I stare into the belly of the beast column by column, only ribs, no guts a sliver of silver slips ‘tween platforms thunder shakes, rattles, screeches passes without stopping a light flickers like a candle a warm distant dream in the cold city is it mine? I do not tempt fate...
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I weathered the storm of the previous year and in some good company I was here found to welcome January without a fear My feet finally returned to solid ground from abstract worlds to which my maths had taken me aloft and in many equations drowned Relaxed anew, my mind it hath awakened and...
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This poem was sent to the members of the cuai-board email listserv as a christmas card and may have been influenced by the alcohol that inevitably accompanies christmas gatherings. To all my friends in amnesty I write to you with festive cheer for from semester, we are free so closer still to your degree...
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