On George Street

Earlier, and now. Inside, then outside, of this Edinburgh festival. In the steaming rain. You are my sunshine. The only sunshine. I’ll tell you this. Again and again.

Teardrop eyes of a Shanghainese

Teardrop eyes of a Shanghainese, Those pretty fruits with obsidian core, That ripened in early summer's breeze, To memory dissolve once more.

Title To Come

In a class the size of a small football team, you’d think even the most shy person could find a friend. Or even just somebody to talk to.

Its Broken

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EXCUSE THE PUNS

The sarcastic gardener, Can’t resist having a dig.

Friday sonnet: Verona Song

Ok, so I’m not Romeo. I have set My canon ’gainst self-slaughter, furthermore, I can’t climb balconies (the fact your floor’s The third one doesn’t help). So yes, I’ll let

There's No Place Like...

Three poems linked to a theme...

Blood - Chapter 9

Nico and Lara wake up.

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