This poem is about being alive, etc.
as we crumble and we grumble and we dance along the way and we mumble through the jumble of our sloppy floppy days we hear […]
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Dedicated to the Mona Lisa
Yes We are all in the soup you cling to a crouton I doggy paddle this pool tie a noodle round my waist trying not […]
I wish I’d looked after me grief
I know I should post here more often, but I keep forgetting I have a website. Oh well. Anyway, I read this poem on BBC […]
Ode to a picket line (audio)
Ode to a picket line. Despite my croaky, coldy voice I recorded this bit of nonsense just now. Dr Seuss meets Mikhail Bakunin, but stupid. […]
BBC Radio Sheffield reading: A woman made from burnished gold
A few months ago I was on BBC Radio Sheffield reading my poem “A Woman Made From Burnish Gold” (first draft text). They also wanted […]