Proper Poetry

I raise my head and rest from a session of winter digging. It isn't really cold but still my nose is dripping. Damp and growing dark. ...

The nursery rhymes of infancy sprout fairy tales in childhood. Then melodramas of puberty, like comedy misunderstood, can sideshoot far...

TEACHING I certainly never thought much of the pay but I did get a lot of holiday. NOSE DROP It seems to me now that I'm old the end...

I played all night, ignored the scatter-gun approach of those around me, trusted in the colours only and the stats displayed which all th...

Raised up from clay to velvet beds, clean polished faces winking wealth, cut gems adorn decrepit heads and nestle skin past youthful heal...

Goldfinch dip down from the frosted bushes to perch on the feeder but the blackbirds ignore the bread thrown out on the lawn for them, only ...

Not where you've been and what you've seen nor who you've known or what what you own and certainly not what you've earne...