Beyond Ailsa Craig
Beyond Ailsa Craig Towards the Clyde we sailed, away beyond Ailsa Craig. It was far from the sea …
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Beaufort Scale 8
Beaufort Scale 8 Who knows what gales Around the headland blow When all seems calm Skies are clear Fair weather …
careful of the gutter
be careful of the gutter lady you never know who’s there be careful of the gutter lady do not pause …
Distracted
Distracted While attempting Poetry at my desk one day, fighting off the usual bears, wolves and other dangerous beasts of …
The Stolen Child
They, the Big People that is, think we’ve gone away. But we haven’t, gone away that is, we haven’t gone …
CHESS
Chess Across the checkered plain with longing they look towards each other. He would be her King she would be …
Sonnet
Sleeping on a park bench promises things Will change for the better at dawn Because the sun clears dew and …
To all who have been disturbed in their sleep by youths search for security
On great black machines that bat flit at night these modern Draculas, swooping vampires, make lightning raids on pensioners milk …
Old Houses
Old Houses The old, old houses were leaning at crazy angles to the road. Here, no women were weaning. …
Flash Fiction One
Click on the icon. “Click on the icon.” “Icon! What icon? There’s too many!” “There! Look! I only showed you …
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