I've not written much within my own site of late. Too busy penning comments at other bloggers sites. It matters not ( Read more... )

{I know its not a very Christmasy title so just imagine the Irishman with a red hat and pretend the crocodile looks a bit like a reindeer ( Read more... )

1. Are you a writer of poetry, or principally a reader ( Read more... )

Dear Southern Belle ( Read more... )

I've been playing with this for over a month now. I think its finished ( Read more... )

At the Office ( Read more... )

Its November. Its a grimy Sunday morning in Leicestershire, Middle England. That's 52° 29' N 1° 56' W ( Read more... )

A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery ( Read more... )

Life

If I had to write what I feel,

what's been done to me,

where I am now;

To sum up my world as a total,

to utter the sentiment of masses who now join me,

in one word,

one sentence,

it would be:

FUCKED.

Late for work. Excuse No 47 ( Read more... )