A Fractured Song
Beneath the rock lies liquid gold, With pressures set and bills to fold; But prospectors should be aware, Removal must be done with care.
Pollution
A History of Soot Preserved in Feathers
When gliding through our old and rusty skies, You filtered out the wheezing, blackened air; A century of progress built on lies, Now captured in
Plastic Food
The oceans are awash with our debris, As plastics from our lives flow down the drain And travel down hewn channels to the sea, Where
Caged Poems
This week I am helping colleagues from The Cooper Group at the University of Liverpool discuss the fascinating world of molecular cages, as part of
Bad Breath
We need to breathe so that we can all live, And yet our lungs are not a perfect sieve; So why is it that people
The Peppered Moth
Arising from our ashen pit of toil, As forge and mill did shape this unkempt land; The blackness of the trees from coal and oil,
It Isn’t Really Up to Me
With climate change now set in stone I go to turn on my TV, And watch the other people moan: “It isn’t really up to
Do Not Go into Artificial Light
Do not go into artificial light, Our lamps can bring an end to fragile life; Fly, fly away into the shrouded night. Your passion
As Colourful Explosions Light the Sky
The fifth of November we can’t forget, As colourful explosions light the sky; But rocket residue can cause a threat, Especially if humidity is high.
Are Fish Getting High on Cocaine?
Whilst mankind does litter the globe, There’s something that we need to probe: As yuppies flush the toilet chain, Are fish getting high on cocaine?