It’s been a good few years now since I left the army, but I’ll never forget that parrot!

One kid's account of what it was like to be a sickly child in the 1950's.

'Jokey' poem!

She prays to a god of the copper, or silver kind...

From dinner guests To enemies What a thing perceive And all about The table then In lieu of passing peas Said tempers rose eventually And brought friends to their knees Oh what a way

Dora’s face, an aesthetic work in progress, exuded an unfinished blankness, as though God had become distracted and wandered away from the wet canvas before completing a meager handful of details.

I'm living in a fairy tale, It seems that things are going well, So back to nonsense once again, Has anyone ever met Harriet the Hen?, Squeezing eggs out of her arse every day,

At one point I was tempted to call it all off as the bridge between us beckoned me to cross. And now you stand midstream knee-deep, your sudden sacrifice enticing, muddying the waters.