Warehouse

The man of no fixed abode was living in the abandoned warehouse the night it caught fire But let’s call Continue reading →

Robert Frost

The Tall Man Chronicles – An update

A few months back I hinted that I had an exciting announcement about my Tall Man poetry collection. I had Continue reading →

The Last Resort

The Last Resort “She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island Where the old world shadows hang heavy in Continue reading →

The Wasp – Oh Syria

A wasp has made a home inside the rotten potato I wasn’t happy about it to start with, but now Continue reading →

On a hill

On a hill There is a tree You can walk there, though it may take a while The tree has Continue reading →

Words

At school my daughter was recently asked to write a poem about someone who inspired her and this is what Continue reading →

Concrete and Cider

Sat on the digger that’s ruining my summer he says “that’s why the government let THEM in. It boosts the Continue reading →