Cancer

I lost my beautiful intelligent son to a rare bone cancer (Ewings) at age 18. So sometimes I write because its cathartic. Some was written as I sat alongside his bed at Leeds LGI Teen cancer ward 33.

Cherry

The Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

The boulevard of broken dreams The boulevard of broken dreams begins at the end of a snicket, There’s a “no cycling” sign, ignored, it wobbles, I...

My Crazy Diamond

On the annivesary of my sons death to cancer at eighteen years of age I wrote this song at two in the morning. I emailed it to Davids friend Dooley,...

Blues For David.

When I lost my son to cancer at eighteen years I wrote these blues. I played guitar, and my cousins son played the mouth organ and sang, we threw in...