The Book of Borovinki

What the world needs now is borovinki, sweet borovinki. They're the only things that there's much too little of.

Cherry

Lazing On a Thursday Afternoon

Caught in a lull between two storms, I’m stuck in an uneasy stay-in-the-house kind of frame of mind, reluctant to open the back door even though the...
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Cherry

Rediscovering Holes

This is a poem I wrote some time ago. Fifty-two years ago to be more precise. I rediscovered it the other day whilst searching in the loft for my...

Catatouille

Discovering that meat isn’t necessarily murder.
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