I found myself singing at the sites of solutions soliloquies sounding the sight of revolution over the hills but no…
Poem: Another day, another coffee
It starts slowly. Easing you in with a coffee warmed through with bleary eyed puffy cheeked cracking elbowed shedding the…
Poem: True grit
I felt grit in my eye and my god didn’t it burn. It stung against my eyelashes and dripped, almost,…
Poem: The sons of Mammon
They clawed their way out of the ground. Risen and towering, presiding over the destruction of crushed tradition, they razed…
Poem: Anonymity
On my anonymity I do solemnly swear not to offend anyone and to steer clear of certain subjects until I…
Poem: Terms & Conditions
I’ll be your disclaimer, baby. I’ll show you what to do I’ll tell you how to do it. Don’t you…
Poem: Seamstress
I wrote a tale about a singer and her sewing machine. She was old and frail, but her fingers flitted…
Poem: Beginnings
I’m a bit nervous so you’ll have to all bear with me. I’m wary of you so will you bear…
Poem: Pressed
Crackled and hissed into life; whispering imperfection and seeking small sweet adjustments.
Poem: The breath of everything
I’ve held the breath of everything in my lungs at one time or another.
Poem: My winter sunshine
I’m perfectly insane, or imperfectly sane, dependant on the time or the shade of the day.
The Devil’s view
‘“D’you mind?” called the corpulent chap she’d collided with seconds before and whose second Evening Standard, slipped the fold of the first and slid to the floor.’
Poem: Embarrassed by this revolution
I heard talk of a revolution and I slipped away, embarrassed, eager to finish my coffee and to not be…
Poem: The forgotten
Line us up. Line us up and check us in. Check us out and hand us our cheques. “You. Not…
Poem: The view from here
Where we are, is a place that we inhabit. But is it truthful, or a simple lie? Where are you?…
Book of Pye 