Proper Poetry

No need to worry. You can do it. If everyone else can, so can you. It won't be easy getting through it but it's certainly somethi...

Mid-summer solstice, Highdown Hill, with sunshine fading the worn blue hem of the crinoline sky and tired trees shading the spreading st...

Skinny and old I feel the cold

While waiting for the taxi brousse to leave the gare routiere, my rucksack roped on top, my pallid wealth raised hopes of sales among the...

It's right old folk should be depressed now Heaven's relegated to myth; no haven now for those oppressed by the sad decline to de...

We humans think we're so bloody clever, the peak of natural evolution. Then how is it that we clearly never learned the process of hi...

Attractive only as taboo; elsewise a rather ugly view when spread, so flabby vulgar - a woman's precious vulva.