Dear sir/madam,
I happily refrain from writing about technology or iPhones in my poetry or fiction but this is my…
Watching my one year old scramble along the floor to pick up a ball and then wave it in the air in front of his face reminds me of the simple pleasures in life. His smiling face expresses unadulterated joy. Even when he shoves the toy in his mouth…
I’m going to concoct a plot to rotate a saying or two with wit but mainly silliness in mind. Can you keep up with the plot loop holes?
Nonsensical nonsense is the jolly-fun-greatest kind of nonsense. The early bird gets the toffee, though. A sticky circumstance for the…
The old man was sat at the table opposite me with his shopping trolley standing next to him. He had his arm draped across his shopping as if it was his canine best friend. He had struck up a conversation with the old couple sitting on…
Walking into town on a Monday morning. Everybody seems scared. Rushing and scared. Scared to be late. Scared to miss their train. Scared to be in after the boss. Scared.
Apart from the students. They seem happy. Oblivious? Each day piling upon them hundreds of pounds…
Walking down a road that is lined by the back gardens of Victorian houses on one side and a building site on the other.
Juxtaposed histories of old and new beginnings.
