Proper Poetry

The east wind cold but the March day dry and insistent light being dragged away, I straggled home from allotment hours and saw an event I...

Jammed in the crush at the disco exit and pressed against a pert young lady whose cleavage I'd admired all evening, I whispered to her h...

So often the means is more important than the end. Trying to achieve something absorbs our energy and fills our time no matter how trivial t...

I wrote a travelogue, studded with poems, infatuation, sense of duty, jokes. Then spent the next decade revising it just like them London...

She doesn't drive and so I fetch her from her house that's miles away in my car to suit her pleasure and see the latest film or...

A lengthy drive, two garages, a cavernous hallway, grand reception, spacious dining room and kitchen, five bedrooms (one en suite) - appropr...

Both laugh at nothing : children at play and old folk feeling life leak away.