Sui generis

Of its own kind,
solo straining wings capturing clear breeze,
no higher nor lower a concept than self.

Adrift in history

‘Owning up to your lost ambition, you’re caught out again naked and in love, painted a faked shade of golden, exploded and cast into these pages.’

There are two

The first of two poems about homelessness. This is merely passing comment, but click through if you’d like to contribute to fending off the crisis in homelessness, by donating to, or volunteering with, Crisis, the national charity for homeless people.