Sam is a Professor in Creative Pedagogies. His research is concerned with trying to engage and empower people with science, especially those from under-served communities. He writes science poems to try and communicate some of the beautiful and important scientific research that is being done on a daily basis, all across the world.
From buried cracks And open wounds Shrouded scales Begin to seep. Cutting across murky waters Into buried memories And forgotten half-truths, Inky fingerprints Preserve their presence Alongside court proceedings And local weather reports.
Jun 21, 2019
Hidden behind the fragility Of a sub-Antarctic archipelago, A speck of shamrock shimmers On a sea of turquoise.
Jun 7, 2019
Breathe in. Your crown of precious hues Glimmers in the setting sun; A steadfast declaration that Your appearance will not be Ordained by the passing of time.
May 31, 2019
Sea air shimmers in the evening haze; The gentle rays from a setting sun Reflect the remnants of the passing storm, Cascading skywards in prismic hues to Dry the feathers of the Eastern Meadowlarks That drowsily skim the ocean’s skin.
May 23, 2019
At the far edges of the world, Hidden deep amongst the Raging seas and rising waves Laze a series of secret atolls and coral coves; Remote islands that are almost entirely Untouched by human hands.
May 17, 2019
This poem is inspired by recent research, which has found that substituting refined carbohydrates with fresh avocados can significantly suppress hunger in overweight and obese adults.
May 9, 2019
You glide across your silky precipice, Enticed by spasms at the edges of your kingdom; You see nothing, Just a loose thread caught in the wind.
May 3, 2019
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; But how would it taste?
Apr 25, 2019
Sailing swiftly along the salted seashore, Your whiteish throat flanks brown streaks That accentuate comedic orange brows.
Apr 19, 2019
Your recent absences have become More pronounced; The late spring evenings are no longer Alive with the industry of your approach, And the flowers in the hanging baskets On the high street fidget with uncertainty.
Apr 12, 2019
On the night that Titus fell His night nest was not empty, Not empty, but silent.
Apr 5, 2019
Once they roamed across the plains like gods, Their gigantic frames drowning out the sun As they paraded in quiet contemplation.
Mar 22, 2019
Beneath the shimmering surface of the sea Lie tiny specks of hope, Inconsequential fragments of life That work tirelessly to remove The years of smut and grease Regurgitated by higher organisms.
Mar 15, 2019
A continent of purest blue begins to flow, an unstoppable force That spills towards the sea in cinematic slow motion.
Mar 7, 2019
