Mother Tree

Standing beside the tall sycamore tree, I am reminded of when I was three and standing by my mother’s tree trunk legs gazing up at her face high overhead;
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Poplars (Erotic Nature Poem)

Rain droplets drip on poplars as their green fingers grip the sky. Reflected, they are fingers probing deep between the rivers thighs.

A dedication to my brother (read out at his funeral)

We’re here to respect David…. we’re here to say goodbye We’re here to celebrate his life…. we’re here to have a cry!

Seventeen - Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Seventeen - Chapter Two

Chapter 2
Cherry
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Maria

Maria She was born in a Mexican prison Nestled at the breast, her mother cursing cockroaches in the dark. She was taken and raised by the nuns in the convent courtyard she closed her eyes,
Cherry

dessy dense star

other side of the coin, or something.

Canal side conversation

You coot carrier, fish keeper, bike sinker reflection tricker, you're a circus mirror a loose corrugation, tongue of water, punctuated by swans' necks; question marks, floating

Jaffa Cakes.

This is a true story.

Battle Mood

A thief's intensity, scattered yet sharp Barbs that wound an unkempt heart Fettered with kisses and missing 'phonecalls With rum we toast a lover's pall How long the jerk was anticipated

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