A lil black phone with my poems in

  Glimmers Against the Ending I write because the light keeps calling. Each workday I leave the house, connect, perform modest miracles, a...

Detour We missed the turn for Woodham Walter - you laughed, said bugger it , while Meat Loaf promised anything for love, but...

" Doncha wish you were like, not disabled?" New born I was perfect – though aren’t we all in our mother’s eyes? Though there were ...

"Sovereynetee" 1. To smash that glass ceiling into a million, billion iddy, biddy pieces, oh, and equal pay for equal ...

  Collecting words and creating a wordpool   A line from a Levellers song. “An old man collecting 50 beautiful words” I had always envisione...