Remote

I went round to yours today to fit your new DVD player. You said that there was ‘nothing on TV…

Poem: Confetti I – IV

Confetti I, II, III, IV I Warm evening rain washes Down stone, church steps, Sending confetti scurrying Between the cobbles;…

Evening Wind

The wizened chestnut tree could only cradle  The evening wind in his candlestick arms for so long. For she had…

Poem: Unbeatable

I thought a wall had gone up between us. But now I realise, We are just different heights. You sat…

Seagulls

A fearful sun shuts-up shop Behind gun-smoke clouds, As badass bandits With white neckerchiefs Ride into town. A villainous colony…

Poem: Folds

Folds Soon we will have to gather the bed linen from outdoors, Or it will be blown over on the…