Updated: Apr 12, 2022
The blackberries near the underpass make my days grow sunny
The unripe fruits are red but the black (aggregate) ones lose
blood when gently squeezed between my unbotanical fingers
Entering the metal-walled room felt like passing through to another world - it felt unearthly. High-pitched beeps were inaudible. They...
New poem accepted by Culture Matters: https://culturematters.org.uk/index.php/arts/poetry/item/4595-1978?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTAAAR0f7Vj...
Happy Easter All! My poem entitled Penrose is included in Poetry Worth Hearing episode 22 will be online today at...
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