He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

The road is long With many a winding turn That leads us to who knows where Who knows where But Continue reading →

The day three colours cried

“Well the melting pot finally heard its shot at the rock show hell mêlée The day three colours cried. The Continue reading →

Jonah

1995, what a summer! The summer of youth The summer of Oasis The summer of GCSE’s The summer of friends Continue reading →

Ivan Shooter

Every year we get an annual statement from American Express for someone who doesn’t live at out address. For a Continue reading →

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 →

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 →