He would not tell me what the stone was for. ‘Carry it,’ he said, walking on ahead and only looking back to make sure his footsteps matched my own. Children collect and parents carry. Stones, sticks, leaves, anything that looked useful in an adventure. The leaf would heal, the stick would hurt, but the stone?…

The day without yesterday began without milk on the doorstep, without mum shouting you’re late, without homework not done, without breakfast as usual without dreams lingering, worries waiting or anything really, except an explosion of me running here and you running there and a feeling everywhere that this was the beginning of something new, of…

I wonder if aliens do what we do Like sitting and reading whilst having a poo. I wonder if aliens see what we see Like whistling and dancing whilst having a pee. I wonder if aliens smell what we smell But really I think they’re polite not to tell.   — Illustration courtesy of, and…

Is there really such thing as a moon with a moon, or is it a thing like a noon before noon? And if a moon has a moon then where does it end? Does the moon of the moon have a moon as a friend? Then if each of these moons should meet once a…

The following poems are early draft versions taken from the full collection, Astro Poetica. Out Now. Click HERE to buy. Sunrise Why does the sun Rise each morning? To see the smile On your face dawning. Stargazers Unlock their bedtimes Lift their faces to the sky Show them how to stare and gasp At things…

I’ve no problem picking out my favourites, whether it be food (ice cream), scarves (red) or planets (Neptune). The same is true of the things I’ve written and right now I’d say that I have TWO favourites. One of them I can’t talk about just yet but it involves some yellow boots. The other should…

with the electron and neutron photon and proton with the graviton and gluon boson and muon life will happily go on and on and on

If you fish for a wish by a silvery moon, You may well see the Gibbulous Goon. He’s sat there for years with his feet on his ears, And fishers and wishers will see what he hears. For the Goon by the moon has sat there too long He’s heard all he’s seen and he…

We love art as much as stories. Art is story, in fact. This is true of a super-lovely new book Dom is writing after spotting a beautiful narrative in an illustration (but more of that in the next month or two) and it is especially true of all the illustrations created around Tiny the Giant.…