who is the "1"?! who wants to be the fly? who wants to die???

Chapter Nine:

Think I might be lonely, or hungry, not sure. I pace once to the mirror and then to the door. There is an ailment in the way that I move My mother might see it in my cheek hollows and grooves

Got a great gig in Tunbridge Wells at the Forum.

NB Original author uncertain. Some entries are old but it has been extended recently. I have added to it and amended some of the originals. I therefore claim editor status only.

Spam, spam and more spam! A Tanka about spam.

Chapter eight:

This is a short poem inspired by a recent Panorama tv programme which examined the illegal planting of palm-oil in Indonesia and the subsequent effect on the local ecology. The Dove.