Oh, the weather is unseasonably mild And the grass is growing wild, And as there’s no sign of snow, Gotta mow, gotta mow, gotta mow! Yep, nothing quite says ‘Christmas Eve’ like mowing your lawn… Continue reading Merry Climate Change and Happy Global Warming
A poem about Santa stopping some naughty boys who happen to be dealing Class A drugs. Continue reading Christmas Crimestoppers
A while back I recorded a version of Al Lane’s ‘The Pretty Words’ in a sinister voice. Seeing as he’s written a Halloween haiku with some fantastic imagery I couldn’t help but resurrect that voice and produce another spoken word piece. Enjoy. (Or… possibly not.) Click here to go to the link. Happy Halloween! Bwah-ha-haaa! Continue reading Al Lane’s “Fear Spiders”
A little poem for National Poetry Day.
Well meta. Continue reading National Poetry Day
We think it begins as a blank canvas But there are already textures and imperfections That influence the likely picture. A messy conflict of hues emerges; But then develops, favouring particular motifs and shades Interspersed with slashes of vivid unpredictability. Towards the finish it’s calmer, settled, Fine brushwork highlighting favourite elements. In the end, if we’re lucky, We’re framed in wood and admired in reflective … Continue reading Still Life?
My pal Al the Author has been instrumental on my blogging journey. He ‘came out’ a few years ago as a budding writer and I said “me too!” and we swapped examples of our work. He set up a blog and, in a woefully convoluted attempt to comment on it, I somehow ended up with a blog of my own (still not entirely sure how that … Continue reading Al’s Pretty Words; My Villainous Voice
It seems that I’m a Wanted Man, though posters there are none. But, as a husband and a dad, my tasks are never done. It starts before I leave work – I get texts upon my phone: “Get some milk”, “Pick me up”; I think I need a clone. I love my wife, my kids and cat, but they are a bit demanding; I’ve got … Continue reading Solitude