As a result of a roo-strike I’ve found myself urgently in need of a new car. I’ve done a lot more research than I’m willing to tell my...

Founded balloons… Silken worms form the loom Lunatics feed off the womb. Guarded meal worms … Death of old age. The elixir of the...

‘How’re mum and baby doing today? All well?’ The midwife pats the covers and leans over the silent, close-wrapped bundle. ‘Oh, what a face!’ The mother laughs. ‘I know, right? I feel judged.’ ‘Those are eyes that know this world.’ The baby stares back at the midwife as if it’s about to announce her grades in maths. A big, black sombre gaze through lowered lids. Nine months. One year. Eighteen months. The gaze lands on carers and playmates. Five, ten, thirteen. ‘An o

Age of Anthropocene. it's the geological epic dating from significant human impact on earth's geology and ecosystems including the...

I’m waiting to see the doctor and contemplating her comments about every issue I have relating to age. Oh dear here it comes. ‘Well yes your aches and pains are due to your age.’ ‘What?’ ‘Yes, as we get older our bodies just aren’t what they used to be.’ ‘Hang on how old do you think I am?’ ‘Oh well it doesn’t matter.’ ‘Do you really say that to someone who’s 20?’ ‘Oh well no.’ ‘Okay so stop putting every fucking issue I have down to age and listen to what I’m telling you?’ S

You are as old as you feel. What a truism. I was 25 a long time ago. And I must have felt old, because I wrote a poem about being......

Age, age, does not weary them, but makes them get the absolute shits! I hate this, I now tell jokes that my daily exercise is tying up my shoelaces, that if I drop something, I leave it there till I drop something ‘really important’, kick it over to the first thing just “to make doing exercise” a worthwhile activity. I like how remote controllers reduce getting up and down but hate how my thumb now has bulging muscles it’s not supposed to have. Washing up is a three-day