A lil black phone with my poems in

We are on a little planet, cracking at the seams. You were chasing profits, we are chasing dreams. Storms are getting wilder now, rivers sta...

Why I Am Not a Sonnet I don’t do rhyme. I just don’t jive that way — Care not a bit for metre, form, or rules. I whisper wild words ...

Wish you were here Dear mum and dad.  Weather here is windy and while all the classic sea-side attractions are gone; no Sunday market, no ...

"Curiosity killed a cat, satisfaction brought it back." Curiosity killed no cat The cat was curious, but she surely ha...

Diabolical Fib Hell is often described as other people, I  have to ask - are your toes singeing? I opted for the "fib"...