The walk to Whippingham Church from Osborne is as good a mile as one could dream Sparkling sunlight shimmers dancing in ripples across...

Baking bread with mother Watching the Thursday drear stain the windowpane Watching tears that have waited weeks to fall My father had...

Beneath the stones beneath the blue slipper clay Sense made of every tickle breath’s nuanced sound Listening to the hissing resonance of...

Suffering from a severe childhood illness Labyrinthitis Otitis Media of the middle ear in the early nineteen fifties was no trivial...

Can you remember the whispering whistle down days The brown paper rustle and string days The who we used to be days Can you remember? Can...

I swear it was there the last time I took the trouble Trouble is they say that time and tide wait for no man I know it was there one...

To the rattle of pocket change and Johnny Cash singing God out into the street. One hot, steamy night, in the Pink Pillow Marriage...

My mind is spinning dreams again Weaving wonderous schemes again Sailing uncharted seas again Crossing a thousand oceans To the colour of...

At the front entrance of the large Victorian house in which he lived; a ten-year-old boy sat upon the cold stone step watching the heavy...

My life has been turned inside out and upsidaisium Since she started jogging Then straight to the gymnasium Bright and early, she is...

It has been a long, so long ago forever time Eternity, a quietude Tranquillity covers me like a blanket comforting me like a child As I...

Razzle dazzle city bright lights orange fizz glare Sizzle drizzle runs like debt down my open collar Slow go traffic on red stares back...

The billowing clouds of August have gone away Tumble bumbling against the azure into the indigo distance Misting curtains drift through...

A Slowing My eyes no longer open wide to turn on like bright lights Instead, they grow dim liken to embers hissing in a fire grate the...

I know well that I am a bear Grizzly Nonetheless with my own bears heart I love you I love you to dizziest distraction An attraction...

I know a man that walks on wheels often standing up in a sitting position To make us laugh, think or cry Jingle jagged poems quick fire...

Written in the first Christmas Pandemic Lockdown 2220 Awaiting the festive season sparkle and frosting glitter Bitter muffled spittle and...

BLEDDYN THE BUTCHER 'Never put your trust in a man, whatever he might say or tell you, do you promise dear?' 'Oh Lor’, whatever next...

Silhouetted black against the distant hill’s edge They stand motionless in this quiet green place Late summer faint all about them Two...

I hear her voice along the water's edge Closer yet the savour of the shore Ebbing tide a running Shifting stars high onto the beach Quiet...