Cherry

Violet

‘Oranges and lemons, poor old Mickey Clemons, not a penny in his pocket, a shirt upon his back’.
Cherry

the first crack

the first crack cradling the final one, four hands fumble for the ailing pulse, as the coffee convoy leaves town. the occasional dropped bean crushed under ten tonne wheels.

lines

lines once upon a time people, were people, and machines were machines. now, looking out across a tempest of cabling, there are so many vessels – empty and drifting,

King Canute (A short dramatization of the legend of King Canute) (Deleted stories)

A Sandy Beach - Day

The Alien Tree (A poem of alienation)

A poem of mine originally printed in Earthlove magazine.

Such is life

I came across something that made me sad ..

Love’s Bible (Deleted stories)

her Hymns, our loving words.

l know things are tough, but ..

No more, now ..

Leggings - end.

the end.

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