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A TENT ON THE FLAT ROOF

  This is based on a real incident. As it happened in the 1980s I think…

THE WEDDING GUESTS LIKE A RIVER

  I usually remember my dreams on waking and some times they organise themselves into a…

NO ONE SPOKE

  It was customary, having completed the pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela, to burn the clothes…

YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE

  The Mad Emperor Across the Water continues to break records even in his twilight days,…

AND FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE

  I have to admit that I did not expect the Mad Emperor Across the Water…

THE STITCHING OF HISTORY

The year ends for me with the Shortest Day, the Winter Equinox. It heralds the coming…

THE BEST GIGS JUST HAPPEN

  I have been too long without seeing any live music as, I am sure, have…

A BRASS WIND THAT SKIRLS

  A revised poem this post. Thanks to the Secret Poets for their invaluable input. rich…

THE NIGHT IS STARRED

  Two poems from workshops. The first from a Secret Poets meeting last week. Liz asked…

HE QUICKENED HIS STEP

Have you ever had an idea that you initially think is complete by itself but on…

JUMBLED, JIGSAWED SAND GRAINS

I recently participated in a Zoom poetry workshop with the Secret Poets. I came away with…

WHAT WAS ONCE

Just before this second lockdown we went to Wedmore for the night. Wedmore is on the…

A MAN ABOUT TO MELT DOWN

  This post is not about the mad emperor across the sea, though given the ignorant…

SKITTLING LEAVES & LIVES

  In the world in which we are living is just getting crazier. Hopefully the Mad…

HE WILL NOT LOOK BACK

Am I the only person who finds this new style blogger format difficult to operate? Every…

ON THE ROAD TO JERICHO

I write my posts a couple of days before they go live and usually I do…

HONEY TRAPPED

The term honey trap relates to the act of luring an individual into a compromising situation…

A MACKEREL SKY

  To start with this post here are four lines I wrote yesterday [in my head]…

SLOWLY STOPPED WORKING

I have been contemplating the wallpaper in the bedroom where I write. Since we moved into…

THE STREET LAMP PATTERNS

Two rewrites this post. As usual thanks to the Secret Poets for their invaluable suggestions. You…

I RAKED THROUGH THE ASH

  This is another poem that turned up unexpected and wrote itself over the course of…

ON THE TONGUES OF STORY TELLERS

I have been working on this post’s poem for some time and I am still not…

THE HANGING MAN

I have been polishing the poem for this post all week. This is unusual. I tend…

REAL TIME PROWLS

  A couple of poems I started on a recent trip to London.  the room offered…

THIS IS GROWING OLD

I wrote a poem about Tinnitus a long time ago, twelve years in fact, you can…