Why is it everywhere and why is that a problem?

Photo by Nazarizal Mohammad on Unsplash

Forget the adage that you never more than 6ft away from a rat. In all likelihood, you are never more than 6ft away from palm oil in some shape or form, which may in fact be a scarier thought than…

A short story of the land

The buttermilk flanks of the White Park cattle scattered the pasture’s western edge by the beech copse, unmoving in the morning mist, as if a loose huddle of field-mushrooms had sprouted overnight. As the rising sun began to burn off some of the fog…

photo by Georgia Melodie Hole.

Once, a bedroom window was smashed;
cricket in the garden, single-pane windows, a beer or two.
All I remember is joy;
The mischief felt at the consequence
of a fun and carefree night.

The laughs faded as the world closed in.
I think I could be depressed, he said,
But I knew.

Photo by Georgia Melodie Hole

A story of time.

Photo by Georgia Melodie Hole

We watched while the logs were licked and caressed and eventually consumed by the sinuous dance of the fire. Daring flames occasionally leapt out, and my skin reddened under the heat. Notes lifted with the smoke to drift over the small crowd, as the guitar player’s…

A story from Oxford.

The 5am sunrise over Oxford.

So far 2020 has lived up to a growing infamy for the capricious. After witnessing its spread around the world in the wake of COVID-19, on the 23 March the once-unthinkable notion of a quarantine of society finally hit UK shores. …

A lockdown poem.

Photo by Georgia Melodie Hole

I push open the windows.
Sun-warmed air flows to forgotten corners;
turbulating sensory vignettes, emotions, memories,
evoked in scents of a world held distant.

Years ago,
At the collapse of what I thought was life,
I would stand protected behind glass,
watching the garden’s green threshold:
fences veiled simply in ornaments…

A view of the Bridge of Sighs in a deserted Oxford during lockdown
A quiet Oxford in lockdown

As the days lengthen over the empty streets of Oxford, the distinctive golden oolitic limestone stands brightly in the spring sunshine. The cobbled streets, normally shadowed by crowds of tourists, students and locals, lie as exposed and bare as the rest of the city. …

Science poet. Photographer. Nature lover. Arctic climate researcher. Writer.

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