A mucker named Groober was playing the tuba down on the Central Line. He’d play something longer to reach Chipping Ongar and finish with Auld Lang Syne. But one moonlit night a terrible sight
The sloth woke up with a bright idea as he hung like a bag on a nail. It was bold and daring and crystal clear and could not possibly fail. It would change his world in a single glance
There’s the blue of the sky and the green of the hill, and the white of the house and the sun, almost still, and the twist of a branch bent by winds from the sea,
I have a long, long trunk, not a long, long neck, and great big African ears. They want my tusks for an ivory tower, but they’ve been missing for years. Inside this body
A fictional account of real events in the Chagos Islands over 40 years ago. I felt this needed an edit, to make it shorter and simpler. I am hoping that with help from with family and friends, with art work and sound, I might be able to put this on You Tube to still keep trying to tell people what happened there. If anyone wants to find out more please contact the UK Chagos Support Association.