Proper Poetry

We play at racquet sports and bowls and swim and socialise and organise long local walks and Christmas meals and holidays. We pan last ...

A sudden shower of white feathers raining down from the edge of an oak tree.

We stared and stunned each other 'cross the room. I shouldered through the crowd to reach her. I took her hand and kissed it. Then he...

Though not a leper, I know the feeling of a pariah with skin that's peeling. It's because my wrinkles caused disgust when my eye ...

It seemed a good idea at the time - a car drive round Australia. They said "You're too old." I said "What the hell. I...

O lucky modern poets, freed at last from manacles of metre, chains of rhyme, free to explore the natural rythms of speech (which we hear ...