The Balloon Against a uniform grey sky, a balloon    unexpected in its redness. An escapee from a party perhaps,    it seems to float with a purpose    not governed by the air at all    but as if steering a course    to where all such balloons must gather. Mesmerised, you watch it … Continue reading “The Balloon” →

I have always written poetry. I remember from when I was young I had poem framed and put on the wall of the Gosport City Museum, and a masterpiece entitled "Stan, Stan, the Crackpot Man" that had them rolling in the aisles of my year seven English Class… Poetry is great. It allows you to … Continue reading About: “Collected Poems” →

Write what you know about they say. To a certain extent, if you only do that then you’re writing autobiography all the time. But if you take what you know - however practical, real, physical, emotional etc. - and then extrapolate it, play with it…well, then the world’s your oyster. Lucca is one of my … Continue reading About: “Writing to Gisella” →

I have just updated my 'Found Poems' page, adding a new poem as an example of my work. Please follow the link to read it... ‘Found’ Poems

...because it occurs to me that, in spite of its formal definition, 'Found' Poetry is too derogatory for some of the poetry I write. It implies a kind of laziness, of putting in no effort, of simply stealing. In the early, raw days that may have been pretty much what it was: lift and put … Continue reading I need a new word… →