Walking through the maze and hazes of trees and possibilities, a creature with crow wings and a beak like a circle came pointing at me from a bush. Not an animal like any creature I had seen, though it shivered and jolted like one. Perched, on an unstable branch crying in the wind, its brim… Continue reading Monument on a tree.
A few words about what inspired me to write the poem about dark matter, and why I am so interested in it. ‘The Dark’ is about the scientific enigma, dark matter. Phillip Pullmans trilogy His Dark Materials are a brilliant example of how creativity and science can go hand in hand. Holding the image of… Continue reading Science as inspiration.
The Dark. It is but isn’t there. Like the shadow someone leaves after they die. Shadows, shadows that dance in the blank pages of the universe. I see the sky at night. Looking out from my desk or from my bedroom window, I see its splendour. It doesn’t have any gaps or chapters missing. Yet,… Continue reading Musing over dark matter.