In the end, it often comes down to the misfits and creatures of unusual habits to be unlikely mast-heads of … More
I have penned more lines about the abandoned West peir than any other structure and it still looms large in … More
Bulletpoem – Can the same action be judged differently by the same audience, depending on the gender of the one … More
I can’t tell you what an animal thinks when making eye contact with a human, but when I look into … More
On a clear night in the Pyrenees the skies are dark and crowded with stars. One evening last November I … More
Sometimes who you were, will enlighten who you are, in order to become who you want to be. Keeping on … More
During my time in France, I have recognised at least two distinct types of men, I called them the Peacock … More
A new beauty emerges in the husks of wild flowers at the end of summer.
Memes Exstract from a long poem called Whale mantle, within the collection of Seasores.