Bluebird

A poem remembering a childhood journey from the city to the countryside.

Another Early Winter

She'd scurried through the little gate Late in autumn when her tree was bare The taut bark between her teeth The pock beneath her tiny paws Standing defiant and proud

water

the sky is black this night. hands held out before me, misted in pearlescent tones. the darkness mirrors all that i cannot know, nor see.

Democracy

WHO won the war?

extract from The Tupperware Blitzkrieg

Here it read aloud and easily buy the book: www.tupperwareblitzkrieg.blogspot.com
Cherry

Meat

How tender are you?

Last of the Woad Blue Lovers

some sound advice

There's a fight, sir!

There’s a fight, Sir By the lockers, Sir And Aidan’s battered Paul Daniel’s strangled Jordan Cos Jordan took his ball Isaac’s ripped his shirt sir And Michael spat on Sue

Come to Peterborough!

Come to Peterborough! A place of unusual beauty With houses so cheap most don’t pay stamp duty Our team may be called ‘the posh’ but believe me they ain’t snooty

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