Fourth comic in an experimental series, reusing public domain images from the British Library.

Third comic in what now has become a new experimental series, reusing public domain images from the British Library.

Second comic in what I hope will be a new experimental series, reusing public domain images from the British Library.

First comic in what I hope will be a new experimental series, reusing public domain images from the British Library.

10.17 Saturday Night.

Another one from the Lost Haiku series, in a hardcover black notebook (2019-2022).

From the Lost Haiku series.

It came to me in a dream: a poem about poetry is not poetry the words we use are never ours it cannot rhyme, 'cause times have changed the flow is out of joint, as is our world no periods, no accents, except the one we speak with we write in tongues we were not born with it came to me in a dream I no longer remember only the voice of a friend asking where I was and we write like kittens licking a blank page on a typewriter our language sandpaper

We took for granted the good weather we did not think of it the grass grew beneath our feet between the cracks of ladrillos blood red, tanned by years of sun and rain. We did not think of it as not having a real body or the body being a stick the head was rubber, and it rode. Mine was called Silver before I knew what it meant. It takes time to understand what time does to people and things.

This morning I received a message from a colleague sharing they had tested positive and were feeling very poorly. In the last couple of months, I heard from family members, friends and colleagues and students who have tested positive too, sometimes for the second time (in one instance, for the third time). “Following Government guidance” has become an excuse for organisations of all types to abdicate their duty of care for their stakeholders.