Reflections

A poem to my late Mum on Mothers Day.

Out of the ashes (Flash Fiction)

Once, a group of Fascists who had occupied a small town built a fire to burn poetry and art and music and hurled upon it anything they could find in that town that was beautiful or inspired freedom bu

The Nazi problem

My grandfather was woken at 6.30 one morning by a hammering on his door. He dressed quickly and rushed downstairs to find Alan (Alun’s grandfather) in an agitated state.

Cleethorpes. (I Wish we were going to Spain)

Tied to his Mother's domineering appron stings, he longs to live his own life.

Daffodil Bands

… so successfully announcing …
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Lancelot is an Emo Kid

Written after a guy in his early sixties asked me what an emo kid is. Pseudo-Arthurian with high school kids.

The Division

She can't be smart look at her, she's such a slut. He can't possibly be straight he's way too nice. That nerd most definitely has never done a bad thing in her life.

Know it all

Like the Half Caste poem by John Agar.d However one difference it's about; me!

My Girl Friday (I.P.)

Funny – the way they say, ‘you don’t miss what you’ve never had’...

Another look back

All the time we've been bound hand and foot to the payment plan

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