A lil black phone with my poems in

Hook-a-duck, hook-a-love. The ducks bob on water and the rod dips low. You aim, you laugh, you hope. Plastic hearts on ripplin...

 Philately will get you nowhere I see you raven! Corvids constantly trying to sneak into my verse. A poetic genius? You’re pulling my tail f...

So disinterested in my topic, I couldn’t even craft my own words, so instead I have harvested a found poem from a Guardian artic...

Veg Ressurectionist I remember being read the Ladybird book, about magic soup, that was made with a stone,  eventually I could r...