Autobiography

Memories Of The Blitz. ( The nightclub ). Part One.

Part One of a memory from 1979 about the famous Blitz Clun in London.
Cherry

Whispers of Love

This was a runner-up in the 1998 World Mental Health Day poetry competition, held in York. I travelled down from Aberdeen to read it in person.
Cherry

Lardycake

I haven't left the house since 2001 and haven't moved from my bed for years.

I submit to ABC

two hours of clawing in the grime, the wonder here on my own to share with the world a secret no more

you came to me under a weeping willow

your eyes lost inside themselves spinning on their splintered axes hunting like they were blind

Letters to a Daughter and Sons

Mom said I was a wandering child and lucky to have survived my early years.

I dreamed a dream, cursed are my thoughts.

It wasn’t me he thought: He spoke, Lying; defeat: A prison he didn’t wish to share. Barred from any dignity or resurrection; Barren was his night, a heart no longer able to bear.

Australia Here We Come. ( Part 7)

Life on a 45,000 ton troopship is not for the faint hearted.

JC

Jesus Christ, There’s nothing up there but the sensation of falling and there’s nothing down here but a sick urge to rise. I want to float to the top Be the cream of the crop,

The People's Language

This still needs some work on it, but I thought I'd whack it on here anyway!