Proper Poetry

Do I really need to move my car or shall I take a chance and risk it? Portslade might be a bit too far and I might end up with a ticket. I...

They know the slow solemnity of earth ungainly labouring to pace across the ground and feed. They strain to flap escape from passing homi...

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...