Poem – Twin Towers
Here is a poem written after the event Twin Towers I was wounded first – the blow caught me in…
Writer and Artist
Here is a poem written after the event Twin Towers I was wounded first – the blow caught me in…
Just found this in an old word doc from February 2000 Morning
What are the secrets you’ve discovered today? Did you find out where the wizards play? Are they as wise as…
A big black fly fell dead from the sky. It hit me in the eye. This isn’t a lie. *****…
radical writers gather at the dylan thomas centre on wednesday night in early march during st david’s week also known…
(i) As the planets roll I am caught in a bubble on the sub-atomic motorway Trundling at the speed of…
They say that art is sweat and tears You have to work at it for years You have to burn…
Saturday-Bloody-Morning Christmas coming fast Should have been here Tuesday Wednesday, Thursday night perhaps The world has got a problem Only…