I have 179 stories published in
2 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 623246 times
and 283 of my stories have been cherry picked. 1962 of my 5,936 comments have been voted Great Feedback with a total of 2022 votes
1962 of my comments have received 2022 Great Feedback votes
1 Vote
This has the feel of walking,
Posted on Mon, 03 Jul 2017
This has the feel of walking, a bit of a struggle. How have you done that? And then the last line I can feel that you have stopped. Is it the long sound of the vowels in "towers" "view" "far" "wide" gives the sense of space? Treating words like...
Where you jolt from boring black and white of papers at meetings to the black and white of badgers, and then sheer off into emotion and thinking about what it left behind, is powerful. Even as you are longing to get back to your own life as...
I remember meeting my great uncle who fought in the first world war, he had to wear a special boot as his foot had been mangled. Your poem brought this back to me so strongly - he loved birds too, though it was the wild ones. The feeling of them...
This has the feel of walking,
Posted on Mon, 03 Jul 2017
This has the feel of walking, a bit of a struggle. How have you done that? And then the last line I can feel that you have stopped. Is it the long sound of the vowels in "towers" "view" "far" "wide" gives the sense of space? Treating words like...
Read full commentPosted in Mynydd Troed
Where you jolt from boring
Posted on Mon, 25 Feb 2013
Where you jolt from boring black and white of papers at meetings to the black and white of badgers, and then sheer off into emotion and thinking about what it left behind, is powerful. Even as you are longing to get back to your own life as...
Read full commentPosted in Flat Badger
Has the sound of waves coming
Posted on Wed, 23 Aug 2017
Has the sound of waves coming in. Beautiful
Read full commentPosted in Eliza
I remember meeting my great
Posted on Tue, 13 May 2014
I remember meeting my great uncle who fought in the first world war, he had to wear a special boot as his foot had been mangled. Your poem brought this back to me so strongly - he loved birds too, though it was the wild ones. The feeling of them...
Read full commentPosted in The Lookout Boy
Pages