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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…

THE WATER CYCLE

I opened another of the stash of prompts I have from #iamallstories yesterday. It consisted of…

SOME LIVE THEIR WHOLE LIVES LIKE THIS

Some short poems that have been around for a while waiting. The first is about Brexit…

IN THE BELL TOWER

This time a poem about climbing [or failing to] a cathedral’s bell tower. It is sort…

NO BLADES RUSTED INTO SCABBARDS

A sombre poem this post. It came from the first line that popped into my head…

SCINTILLA

As you can see from the photograph, we have shadows cast into our sitting room, sometimes…

THE FIRST DAY WITHOUT SOCKS

I’ve not been writing anything new this week. Sometimes it goes like that. I always say…

SMALL PARCELS OF USE AND MEMORY

This poem arose from an idea about anxiety, it’s not like there isn’t enough to be…

GIFTS YOU VERRUCAS

Here’s a revised poem with thanks to the Secret Poets for their invaluable input. Discussing your poems with…

AS THE COFFEE GREW COLD

A poem about betrayal that popped into my head unbidden. I had been reading a novel…

HIDE and SEEK

If the lockdown has changed one aspect of my behaviour it is that I am meeting…