On the top of the block of flats that blocks out the sunshine,
there lives a tree with spreadeagled branches,
home to a curious bird nest where
stray thoughts grow up and out of the bedding.

Bits of plant and wood and delicate processes
form a game of surprises.
The light comes back and we can see the sky again while
the nest keeps building up in weight and conviction.

Stick to a Stone

Stick to a stone

Leaf from a bone

Sailing with the breeze

Then sinking

Fast are the trails

Whirling spins

This divines the

Next path sideways

Swimming Lessons

An inflatable castle

Bigger than the sun

That sends its rays

Through the plexiglass roof

Is approaching

In rapid slow motion

I want to test myself

So I do the deep dive

Thinking I can bypass

Floating Camelot

And come up the other side

I figured wrong

And swam out of steam half way

I attempt to get back to air

But keep nudging the lairy plastic parapets

An 11 year old life flashes by

In a stutter and cough

And then it clears

And then it’s clear

A New Day

Alarm sounds shine clear as sun stream

Filter through the dark with an extra beat

The echoes grab and lift me out of the haze dream

A message that it’s time to get back on my feet

What happened in the night we find out from reportage

The winners tell the tale and it’s tall and it stoops

The words fly like bullets within a luminescent barrage

Firepower realised by troop after troop

Survivors, animals, creatures us all

Look out the window to a new day

Survivors, animals and interpreters us all

Welcome the morning, remember to stay

Robert W Monk 2022


Songs from the ether

prayers to a dream

caught up on meaning

falling into change

Compare and contrast

the numbers in the cloud

The one from 500 years ago

is filled with the crushed bones and

gasping breath of the doomed

1000 years hence

the picture is cleared

But the slate is not blank

plate not cleaned

But improved

Have we improved?

Is it getting better?


As the rain continues to patter softly on the windows, the questions keep on coming.

What is this place so shabbily created?

And who is that there, looking over from the doorway?

I only know that I need not worry of the past.



Looking out to the sea from the tower on the headland, they felt a strange wind blowing. Birds fly past, future siren songs to a glorious beginning and a doomed conclusion, sun blinds the eyes. They want freedom. They want choice. They want what they already have. 


I’ve been thinking back to just over ten years ago.
I was in hospital following a major bout of illness.
My legs had stopped holding me up.
My eyes had double vision.
Numbness was in feet and hands.

I was put on a 2 month course of steroids to reboot the system.
It worked and I could gradually get back to a good level of health.

Nine years ago I became afflicted with optic neuritis.
My left eye went blind.
Following this NHS neurologists confirmed an MS diagnosis.

Since then, with the help of professionals and an awareness of my own health issues I’ve been largely free of major relapse.

All of which is to say, I trust in the effectiveness of medicine. That plus proper self-care has kept me moving.

Look after yourself. Look after each other. Keep health services freely accessible.

Dawn to desk

On this table top

This surface

This counter space

Memories turn and twist

Gathering thought

Gathering pace

I dreamed I was creating

I thought I might be writing

I felt I could be planning

When I found out I was listening

I sat back

And drank more tea

Robert W. Monk 2021


Following like flies to the shithouse

These citizens are up on their crap

Ready to distil the teachings

Of a wrong-un in a tin foil hat

These myrmidons follow their leaders

Like ants slowly walking the line

And when it all gets too much for feeling

They’ll put the whole thing online

They’ll put the whole thing online