wednesday, march 4, 1998

radical writers gather at the dylan thomas centre on wednesday night in early march during st david’s week also known…

Being 66

Today is my 66th birthday. Because of the conditioning we gather from the weird cultural sewer we all bob around…

Christmas coming fast

Saturday-Bloody-Morning Christmas coming fast Should have been here Tuesday Wednesday, Thursday night perhaps The world has got a problem Only…

There’s always Hope

This is something I wrote nearly 24 years ago after attending an event at the Hay-On-Wye Festival Of Literature. Saturday…

An old poem

(an old poem) Left too long in the shell almost, touching. Shrivelled apricots almost, sweet. Dried-up peanuts without stones. Fit…