‘The Oxen’ (a Poem)

In factories Secluded from the lights Of your civilisation (Cold walls, Screeching steel) We stand and wait. Comfort is found In scraps of peace: The lightest pressure Of breath against skin, A wet nose, A slow blink Of thick-lidded eyes. In factories Shielded from the glories Of your progress (Hoarse voices, Electric jolts) We stagger…

People Who Prove We’re Not Going to Hell in a Handcart

Animal rights and environmental advocacy are two of my major passions in life, but – as anyone who strives to raise awareness of these issues will know – talking about them can be demoralising. Whenever I speak or write about these issues, I strive to remain optimistic, spread the word about positive developments, and share…