Bail Hostel Blues

and your cousin, Trevor, Jack, a first class graduate from Wolverhampton...........

Memories are made of this

Woolworths

Lullaby

And I rise from the tall grasses to follow my lullaby home.

Touch

A short writing about the first touch of a lover, and first dance. A practice of using senses other than sight.

Love is A Game

Love is a pain, love is cruel It turns us all into fools It hurts like a slap to your face Some say it’s the thrill of the chase You crushed my heart like a grape
Poem of the week

FIVE WAYS IN WHICH YOU MIGHT DIE.

Another poem in five parts. I seem to have a thing about fives at the moment.

A tale from the magical garden. the story of the forget me not

a childrens story for the child in us all... for mum who loved it. God knows I miss her every day.
Cherry

The Mississippi on her Knees Chapter Six

A memoir about what it was like to be 18 and losing my dad to cancer.

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