by Dom Conlon Kiiro unwrapped a pair of beautiful, yellow boots and tugged them on at once. “I LOVE THESE BOOTS!” said Kiiro, stomping, hopping and skipping out to play. “I LOVE THOSE BOOTS!” thundered a storm cloud, gathering above her. “Give them to me.” “You can’t have these boots,” said Kiiro. “You’d only stain…

I’m very pleased to have poems included in a marvellous new anthology put together by Chitra Soundar, Margaret Bateson-Hill and Mo O’Hara (and me). Here’s one of my poems: Corona-Song-A-Virus In we go and lock the door watch our throats aren’t feeling sore wash your hands and keep away we’ll be close another day. If…

The book which Viviane Schwarz and I have been working on so very hard and for so very long is finally OUT! I’m not going to tell you WHY you ought to buy it but I will post a few videos below which will hopefully make you look longingly towards the wardrobe where you keep…

Recent research has shown certain species of squid are able to edit their RNA (their genetic material) on the go. This is remarkable and understanding how they do it will help doctors to fight diseases in human animals too. This research inspired me to respond through poetry: specifically through a form called a VILLANELLE. Why?…

You get to choose the you you are so choose this school and you’ll go far.

Why is it that we talk about the first man on the moon and not the first cow?

I’m a witch’s cat that’s the truth o that,

I went fer walk and didn’t stop ‘cos Lanky looked a beaut.

I think I’ll stay at home today I’m far too sick to even play, Even if my friends were off— I’m aching sore, I have a cough I have a pain inside my belly So I’ll lie quiet with the telly And maybe maybe we shall see I might feel better at half-past three.