Ex-coalminer/steelworker; retired in 1999 and took up the pen: lighter work, but only just!
On the moon I dig holes with a pelvis,
throw in femurs and skulls and ribcages,
then read words from the Songs of Solomon.
During my search for the tranquil sea... more »
I’ve well and truly botched my laundry up:
I’ve shrunk my shirts in water far too hot -
the cuffs are flapping halfway up my arms.... more »
When you have seen my music move the grass
where you have lain outside the willow’s shade
and heard the wind’s high-pitch descend to bass,
you stroll away into the dusk and fade.... more »