Proper Poetry

Reasonably tall, slim bodied, firm muscled, weekend discos, usual place. Who could possibly think that I'm old? All those that see my fa...

Saturday mourning writer's block hoping the tutor might unlock th latent talent squaring the circle frantically active more than it look...

Holes in my spinach (on allotment not plate). Maybe pigeons or bugs? Reluctantly I used some bait - one hundred nineteen dead slugs.

We wear the clothes of our time and place and cut our hair and shave or not very much as others do. We eat the food of our time and place, r...

The dreams that swim in rivers of sleep gleam silver through the surface, glide downstream towards the flowing deep of troubled currents in ...

I thought it looked like a rat or mouse running so quickly across the grass but when I saw it near the house and again it ran away very fast...

With pearls for teeth and ruby lips, sleek jet black hair and emerald eyes, with golden shoulders, ivory hips, pale opal breasts and silver ...