Fragments

One man's selfishness had torn them apart.

Here Comes The Sun

"The nighttime darkness was dripping off the surrounding grey stone buildings like runny tar. The steady rain tried its best to drown the life out of everything."

I Am Still Me

My father lost his sight in an accident when I was a child. I remember being scared and not understanding. This poem is an interpretation of my father explaining his blindness to me.

Visiting Hour

“Tell me – do you believe in reincarnation?” she asks.

A Blind Man's Stare

Beauty that makes a blind man stare. Just a little something I wrote on my mobile whilst commuting to work.
Cherry

Cathedral Window.

'...the pain of glass...'

ON CLARKSON

Laugh at this awful human
Cherry

The Name With No Man

Oh, to be the man you're not ...

Success

How do we measure success?

Memories of a Childhood Christmas

Mum and me I remember, walking home in dark December, would peak in windows keen to see, who was first to put up their tree.

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