Reviewing the Evidence
Reviewing the evidence he just walked up to me as if it was an hour ago my legs were shaking…
Writer and Artist
Reviewing the evidence he just walked up to me as if it was an hour ago my legs were shaking…
(an old poem) Left too long in the shell almost, touching. Shrivelled apricots almost, sweet. Dried-up peanuts without stones. Fit…
When the fallen leaves remind you that Summer’s gone And the days are getting short and the nights are getting…
I can’t do anything better than anecdotal and observational so I might be wrong and I can’t be bothered to…
A few short poems about birds from my last poetry collection Blodyn Robin Pecking up the scraps of…
This is an extract from Beats, the second novel in the Bums, Beats, and Bones trilogy. Bums has already been…