The Magpie Sets Sail

There was a storm last nightAnd the Taff turns, a dirty washRich with chocolate brown soilDragged down from the landOf…

Speckled With Sunlight

Life has been a long grey lineFor quite some timeA thick, graphite smudgeSlick with sicknessWorries over words, and rulesFor some…

The night the men went awayWas warmed by the hot summer of the daySo the women stayed out, late, in…

The water rushes to greet me At the wooden fence Where my fingertips, press lightly Into the remnants of fallen…

If a writer falls in the woods does anyone read what they wrote about it? I think people have this…

Blackberries I picked with my Nan Like in the Enid Blyton book she bought me Blackberries that we picked in…

All porcupines float on water, so it says On the screen in my workplace lift Usually reserved for weather reports…

To be truthful no one really looks much at this website when I haven’t put up a post, so no…

Tonight We will all sleep Naked How delicious To reach out Across the dark sky And touch The bare knowledge…

Bugger! I did it again When I said I wouldn’t Another boy A new silence An unknown quantity To…