Fragments

Short shorts, sprawling poems and other bits in between. More to follow, watch this space... if you want to.

The Commuter

And here they come, squeezing their way on, a mass of bodies, men and women, business suites and pregnant girls in cut off tops.

10 Years

looking out to sea, breathing in and out with the tide.

Bright Shiny Thing

Winter's setting in, nights lengthening, cold settling. I want to curl up on the sofa with someone and watch movies. Someone, suitable, might just be you. But I fear distraction from the things I have to do,