
Old Oak
A recent attempt at Flash Fiction, a difficult but fun challenge. The theme was the 80’s and in my illustration Continue reading
A recent attempt at Flash Fiction, a difficult but fun challenge. The theme was the 80’s and in my illustration Continue reading
Melancholy weighs in his throat. Sun is blazing as the summer refuses to die like his memories. In a graveyard Continue reading
The autumn is breathtaking The cider coloured sun shining on the hills of Lee Crisp red and golden clarity ringing Continue reading
“Lance lives in the shed With Frank and Henry No one remembers why they are there” Rakes Spades And Spiders Continue reading
If I Could Fall by John de Gruyther “Let’s drive to Mexico, the wind in our hair” I smile Continue reading
“Lance lives in the shed With Frank and Henry No one remembers why they are there” Rakes Spades And Spiders Continue reading
I recently remembered this poem I composed at some point last year. It was part of a project my song-writing partner Continue reading