Charcoal pastel shadow faces,

we live in our family with a lady who has lost her mind and in a home. but we are not the only ones. This poem is for them and the people who have the terrible illness of the mind.

Constrained restrained I meet you, Vortex. Wild walls of whirling wind greet you Thoughts preparing to spin out Wound back in Skeined Unrefined Grated raw by debris Detritus

I clap my hands – a wave forms Arcs, falls Somewhere stone breathes out.

Guys, all you are good at is scolding a cop, Yes, some of your statements have meaning, indeed, But words with no reasons won't get you on top, You're giving your fellows a casual feed

A book about humanity and how we label people, infatuation and how human's still have that instinct to protect each other even after many advances in civilization.

After a long hard week’s porridge-testing Goldilocks looked forward to relaxing with a nice cold beer in front of the TV.

Even under such a heavy sky as this, I can recall another time, another day, when you walked along these beaches beside me, days when you saw these places in the same way as I saw them.