I have begun to record some of my poetry as spoken word. The very talented Matt Lucas (from Little Britain, Alice in Wonderland, Pompidou etc) has very kindly agreed to read my poem Little You. Please have a listen and let me know what you think; I'm very proud of this piece of work. Click… Continue reading Little You – Video
I miss the feeling of home I had.
Go ahead. Take all you need.
Ellen my sister wasn't always my sister, Ellen is somebody new.
Down in the deepest, darkest bog, Down where the air is nought but fog, Down where the leaves are always brown, Down where the careless divers drown.
"Get out of bed, just smile for me."
The fish on the left in this bowl, Can’t see, very well, on the whole.
Trying is hard when feelings are flat.
Don't look upon that man, my boy, His colour's wrong and to be feared.
It'll get easier, I promise. You won't always feel this way.