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.

On Maldon’s shore

‘Over-silted sand-filled wannabee footsteps shrouding the reeds in clouds of seaweed dust of mooring chain rust, bobbing buoys and clove-hitched up bleach blue bottles thrust out past waist deep as I stumbled passively in the shin-depths.’