My work moves between poetry and fiction, but in both forms I am interested in imagination, observation, humour and the strange directions an idea can take. Ben Robinson is a writer and poet from Dorset in the United Kingdom. He writes poetry and comedy science fiction. Space 2047 is a deliberately absurd, satirical science-fiction story…
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Raindrops falling
Housing the homeless worldwide
My idea to house homeless people in government owned buildings, sports halls, churches, religious buildings and community centres instead of paying landlords to house people in temporary accommodation. Potentially tens or even hundreds of billions of pounds per year worldwide, but there isn’t a reliable global dataset that lets us calculate an exact figure. For…
Supersonic Koala the album now available! Free download!!! Download now fixed!
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Haggisakiss a new business idea
On holiday
I am currently on holiday for the next six months to help me recover from mental and physical burnout, maybe longer, but I will still be promoting my writing in public.
Your voice
Before I see you, your voice it grates, and it shatters the night, you sound disturbed and mentally unbalanced, and nothing seems right, and then, I spot you on the street, and your eyes are bulging, and they would give anyone a fright, for you are on amphetamines, and it is easy to tell as…
Your perspective
Your perspective on things, is not what it should be, you with your jaded ways, you fail to see clearly through your hurt, and through being so jaded you are in captivity, for your perspective on things is skewed by your choices, and through the tragedy of your history, for you used to be happy,…
Your mind
Your mind it beguiled me with your wiles, it beguiled me and it mesmerised me, and your language how beautiful it was to me, how beautiful it was, because you charmed me as if out of a tree, but the opposite way around, and you made me float up off the ground, and how glorious…
Your humour
Here I am on a coach, to somewhere distant, and here I sit, here I sit with you, and your humour, it has been exhumed, as if from a graveyard, and here I sit trying to put up with it, but it is not happening, and funnily enough, you do not make me laugh at…
