New Year Cometh
Our held breath of midnight. As this old year solemnly folds. Heralding a blank canvas Unwritten stories to be told. Fireworks, with...
New Year Cometh
Now we understand what love is
Four pounds and ½ an ounce
I stand, alone
Diabetic nightly two-step.
At the local butchers aged 10 & 3/4
Ode to Linda G
The Queue
Symi
I Have a New Sister.
My One Life Regret
Forgive me
Virgin Summer Night
Summer Holiday in Heacham
Metaphors of The Unsated
Miss Russell
I, the Father
Cup Cakes and Finger Sandwiches
Paul and Art’s ‘B’ Side to Mrs Robinson