A whisper;
There’s more left for you in life than this.
Twisted::Colon Anthology II
Twisted Colon’s second anthology is available to buy now.
Sea Wyvern
Secured by a rolling hitch, /
And with your sheets held fast, /
You set sail on your hospital bed…
Going to Mars
If we ever go to Mars it will be in cars
With rusty exhausts and failing springs.
There will be a smell of vinyl
And traces of lichen around the windows,
Which we’ll badly want to open,
As we bounce across the Helas Basin.
Sharks of the Caribbean
Watching Mark get fed to the sharks Was a predictably unenlivening experience
“Honestly!” he shouted, firmly clamped
In the jaws of a great white
“It’s a great idea for a prompt!”
Poetry collection: In February
“Poetry to shake senses awake with the splash of language.”
The shadow-trader
I slip, slight, to slither and search / Backstreet, corner, dockland, church. / Sleek, slender, slacking my thirst, /
For richer, for poorer, beggar-man, hearse.
“sleek and long as jaguars and horrible whiskered, spitting and snarling they would slink and sidle over white back-garden walls”
Santa’s reindeer went weird when they got to Wales.
Green Man
Dusk is the time of Santa Claus /
Autumn briars where he dwells /
He stalks among the dying branches /
