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The Accompanist

A little night music
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Little Bird

(Edit) A fledgling fallen from the nest.
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The Gamesmakers

She went home, sat on the settee, looked at the photo of Eddie and her on their wedding day.

Gliding hands

a rose is no rose

Grasp

grasping for something, but the words do not answer

Thunderhead (Part Two)

“A woman, a man and two children, a teenage girl and a kissy-faced little baby,” he said to his comrades, the rain running down his face in rivulets. “My sensitive nose never lies."
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Thunderhead (Part One)

“It's sad when a traveller doesn't make it,” he croaked in a voice like rustling autumn leaves as he turned the pale stillborn over in the mud with the tip of his shoe.

Droog

A poem on my hatred of an infernal critic of mine; nothing personal. Enjoy writing friends!

Memories are made of this

I thought our daughter's wouldn't get drunk but...

Memories are made of this

At school I had long plaits and because I came from India the kids thought I was Indian they tied my plaits to Dr Spemcer's front door.
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Through Nantes

shear blunt battled barbs

Time Travel

A poem about anxiety

A Tube Ride

Travelling on the London Underground
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Your Name Is Claire

Your name Is Claire, but you don't know that I know it.

When She Turns Around (Love song for the Earth)

1st Verse: When she turns around and sunlight spills across her shoulder; green grass grows on the ground; the whole world gets a lot less colder. And I hear the sound
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To those who understand

When a whistle sounds like a wailing baby and rain in the car is a crash of white noise, it’s time to wonder if I’m all there and remember that I’m not.

The Man in the Pointed Hat - Teaser Chapter

When Grace, a young woman from England, finds herself trapped in an unusual world, life becomes a struggle for freedom. That is until she meets Topper, an ingenious rogue who loves to cause mischief.

wasted years.

There was once a time when I thought I knew you Before all this mess and meaningless waste Before you slammed the phone down for the last time

Dwellers of the New World Chapter Nine ( Pt 5 ) What Next?

The forest reverberated to the sounds of the wind and rain, it was haunting and would have sent shivers through even the bravest of men.

A Visitation

I can hear the stream crinkling nearby as it swerves around a bend.

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