Celtic supporters singing their hearts out in our tube carriage, green and white shirts on. Their melody talks about happiness, and...

First poem added to my blog for a while: Fill your heart with photons   Pink-brown cheeks, peach scoops, my baby chick.   Fruit ciders,...

Ronnie’s feathered touch is on show on baize. His white queen charms red ball bee swarms. Ronnie’s rectangle shines under strip lights....

Hi Friends, Happy 2024! This poem was kindly published by Rhianna Levi and Black Pear Press last year in their life's wonders anthology....

Thanks to Kathleen McPhilemy for featuring my new poem on Poetry Worth Hearing (episode 19). The podcast should be available from 9am...

Where are you this morning? My dear physician You are with me, looking at the lung tree and its alveoli We talk about your alveoli and...

One of my new poems has kindly been featured in the new Poetry Worth Hearing podcast (episode 18): https://www.poetryworthhearing.biz/pos...

Epsom High Street. Pink light bouncing off shop fronts. Feels like you are still here. Feels like we are speaking about dice. Working out...

Sounds of some of my dog’s barks: (wanting to go out for a wee) huUH HUuh (someone is at the door) RUH RUH RUH (I want to play with that...

The sea reflects the sun, looking blue, as I face the horizon. Today, she is the sun, suspended, then on a quenching mission. I see her...

(For Lou Reed on the recent 1st anniversary of visiting Tory (28/5/22 weekend)) Just a perfect stay Some strawberries by the sea And then...

Darling, units of wood reflect our life; outer bark shows your visual beauty, inner bark is my prop reserved for thee, we are concentric...

I am thinking of the back of your head I am thinking of the gold in your hair I hold these coatings of seeds in my hands I am thinking of...

Thanks to Fragmented Voices for publishing this poem: https://fragmentedvoices.com/2023/03/08/bombshell-bearing-on-a-fell-near-caldbeck-b...

When Tory was here: She was the leading light at medical school. Occupying the spaces of disease and always looking to solve problems. A...

A swordfish skeleton suspends from the ceiling. Its blade appears to be near your head but this is an illusion (a trick of perspective)....

A Mother’s love is the break of day. Consciousness in a world that’s asleep. Stephen Paul Wren

Climbing to reach you. Climbing with you. We see saints, we see birds, we see it All. In fact, the ladder is horizontal. Walking with...

Tory, I have always loved you and will keep loving you for all eternity. Snapshots A blanket is needed to keep you warm. Any blanket or...

(Inspired by the Welsh Land of my fathers) O Land of my daughters, O zests of my soul, Dear children to cherish who gather me whole, And...