Poem for National Poetry Day
What’s the point? Where’s the essence of all that we held Just as we stood on the balcony watching the kestrel, wings going body stopping
What’s the point? Where’s the essence of all that we held Just as we stood on the balcony watching the kestrel, wings going body stopping
A couple of weeks ago we went to see a temporary exhibition at the Lady Lever Art Gallery in Port Sunlight, Wirral. It was a
After two days of posts about beauty, that made me curious to see if I could find a poem which would keep the theme going.
As promised then, without pause or hesitation. Here is a poem from the third sequence of poems about Blue. In fact, going even further than
As promised in the previous post, here is a poem from the second sequence of poems about Blue. This time it was a sequence of
I wrote about plans for a new sequence of poems here. Over the next three posts I will be sharing a poem from each
I can point to a specific time at which my poetry writing shifted from early nonsense to something that I was proud of. I was
The picture is a detail from a painting produced with my son in half term. A case of the process really being more important than
Here’s a poem from the new collection – “Times of the Wise Old Man” which you can download for absolutely no cost by clicking on
After a prolonged spell of distraction, I have begun to ‘ship’ new material. My first booklet since 2010 is released today. It’s a 48 page