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 →

Words

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

Tales from the Edge of my Living Room – The Rabbits of Newton North

I have had a recent burst of creativity after some time out. I have still been writing and slowly and Continue reading →

Shit!! (I think the world is ending)

This is a work in progress. I am working on a couple of related songs, part two “Dara is a Continue reading →

Storm

A storm is coming I can feel it It is power But May Hill is cloudless, its trees glittering turrets Continue reading →