The Dancer in the Window

They’re always riffing on your pain The same song over and over again A guitar lick or a dirty trick Continue reading →

It’s not Black and White

I want to share with you a little about my personal relationship with Poppy Day and my yearly poppy related Continue reading →

Come Heathen

Come heathen, into the forest You are new to the idea Of not taking what isn’t yours The fox awaits Continue reading →

Strutting his Stuff

There he is strutting his stuff Looking so confident tonight Take a second and have a thought of what’s going Continue reading →

Benson – Part One, Last Memory

He gingerly lifted his shirt to examine the gunshot wound that he knew was bad. He’d found a disused service Continue reading →

The Dancing Poet

When you think of The Kinks you probably think of Sunny Afternoon, Waterloo Sunset and You Really Got Me. The Continue reading →

Feeling Faint

Feeling faint at the thought of the bell tower Crawling up that ladder Across the plank that probably has wood Continue reading →

Krastos Emerging

Krastos loved to dive for treasure as the sun set beyond the mountains. He’d bring his haul to Philoss to Continue reading →