2070: The Evacuation

In the chaos of the evacuation, Michael’s father cuts a reassuring figure. He is not physically imposing: a man of moderate stature, with a faltering gait, he nevertheless carries himself with a reassuring presence as he calls out words of encouragement to those nearby. โ€˜The unit isnโ€™t too far away now โ€“ just another few…

‘The Oxen’ (a Poem)

In factories Secluded from the lights Of your civilisation (Cold walls, Screeching steel) We stand and wait. Comfort is found In scraps of peace: The lightest pressure Of breath against skin, A wet nose, A slow blink Of thick-lidded eyes. In factories Shielded from the glories Of your progress (Hoarse voices, Electric jolts) We stagger…

‘Habitat’ (a Poem and a Reflection)

It has been a long time since I wrote anything substantial for this blog. During December, I’ve felt disinclined to write (#NaNoWriMo drained me of my creative powers, clearly ๐Ÿ˜‰) and have instead been focusing on my off-screen life, which is no bad thing. Right now, I’m enjoying that calm, lazy post-Christmas feeling. ๐Ÿ˜Œโค๏ธ I…

Veganism: My Past, Present and Future Journey With It

I was about five or six years old, and sitting on the floor of my great-grandmother’s kitchen, when I first heard the word “vegetarian”. The story of my great-grandmother’s house is a wonderful one in itself. Prior to her death in 1998, my parents, brother and I lived right next to her. Our back gardens…