Her bed is too high - a midi sleeper - and I can barely reach over to her as she lies on the other side. She faces the wall and I can...

John Cooper Clarke - “Day My Pad Went Mad” I’m ankle deep in human waste The toilet has been clogged Marrowbone jelly all over the place...

From 2016... I've been attending my writing group, Write You Are, for a year and a half now, since its start-up meeting. I also attended...

This was a poem (of sorts) that I produced for a writing group's home assignment: Erupting from wood that’s darkened with age, pale...