It

I hope this will speak for itself...

Odds On

The red note’s my last I grinned mirthlessly You couldn’t turn it into a family, could you? Do you take me for a mid-wife? A banker then Did you write this note?

In a Coffee Shop, I've Met the Guy in Faded Jeans

I was so sure that the three leaflets on my notebook had secret pages in it.

Blonde Butterfly

The pub is low lit with gargling springs In the corner sit a group of old caterpillar things Their clothes aren’t designer but there’s contented rapport

The Angel of Mons - chapter four

Four

Write a poem...

Write a poem lay it down make a stranger smile or frown words of wisdom wild ideas whispers from the bygone years be it simple be it vague be it filled with fear and rage

2005 the beginning of birth pangs

This poem was born out of the events of the year 2005. Its primarily spoken word poetry for the stage.

Your Own Dreams

So, do you turn away, back into the night like you used to, all those years ago? Diving deep into your own dreams to swim across the night time seas in search of that one far-off land,

The Accident

I can never eat a plum without this memory surfacing. Podge and Degs my brothers and partners in crime! Mu, my nick name.

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