Birdsongs

That Day This is the day, the day it comes: The day that second, that brings these tears Writes these words, takes all my strength R...

Mother’s Commute Look at me Mama! - I’m looking at my phone But I want you to look at me - Stop distracting me please Can I see...

  But today… I knew pain, I’d lost, I’d wept I knew helplessness and hopes abandon; but today…   I knew wringing my h...

Remember Louis "What a wonderful world" from one place to 'nother  A memory flashes past on gently plucked string Taken ...

On the train home from Cambridge... Friendship that doesn’t speak Only eyes that look on the written word. The knowing know that tr...

Butlins, Skegness Home to the circus where hope has come to die to die, to sleep, no: Never to sleep perchance to give up on dreams. To...

The dreaded poem I can’t write any words today My pen is empty of the invisible ink that tells my secrets. Old man language, my old...