Sam Illingworth

Sam is a Professor in Creative Pedagogies. His research is concerned with trying to engage and empower people with science, especially those from under-served communities. He writes science poems to try and communicate some of the beautiful and important scientific research that is being done on a daily basis, all across the world.

Arctic Methane

Since the Industrial revolution in the 18th Century, Methane levels have gone up by almost a factor of three. And whilst termites and bovines have

The Ballad of Werner Forssmann

When strolling once in old Berlin I was stopped by man and violin For two coins in his new tin can He would play me

A North West Wind Blows

A dissenter by birth, and in Kendal well trapped, But at twenty-six he left it behind. In Manchester, John Gouge’s knowledge was tapped, A case

Light Without Meat

The little dog waits for his master to come, His belly is empty, his palette is numb. Oh, when will there be some food in

The Cat That Was (Not)

The cat woke up; all around him was black, His paws and his head really smarted. He felt on the verge of a panic attack,