I’m happy to have had two of my poems printed in the Welsh poetry magazine run by @originalplus. Here below are the first two stanzas of ‘Flit’… Continue reading Poetry: ‘Flit’ and ‘For Sons of Daughters’ in #58 of The Journal
From this I will not sway nor flop nor halt:
If around your heart the crowds are sparse, Continue reading Poem: Ready for Fight (Version)
After ten times or so of tugging the door handle to his flat’s front door to ensure he did perform that task successfully, and so that slip is taken off the pile, the ship-like corridor is walked and the once-polished stone steps practically jumped. Continue reading Shacked up and Cut-up: A Man Walks.
My grandad had an Ackbar head (not the toy, a reddened pate). All of those years tending the greens endowed him with a porcine sheen. Continue reading Ackbar head
See Johnny run.
See Blair dead.
Good boy Johnny.
Well done Johnny. Continue reading See Johnny Run