Take one apathetic, peaceful, book-loving student body intent on learning Tenderise with cuts and broken promises Optionally add agent provocateur/thug type – this speeds the reaction but is not necessary due to using the kettling technique – guaranteed to bring anyone to a slow violent boil Sprinkle in a portion of police – ill-equipped and […]
I am not a Yummy Mummy I find the concept funny My baby is NOT a fashion accessory And not simply cos I don’t have the money I am not a Shut Up And Watch TV Mummy I try not to junk fill the tummy My kids are not disregarded so I can party Or […]
Well I hit my head at a festival back in May-June and it has been a long road to recovery but I am getting there and I have started to produce work again. My word usage is a bit broken but that is not a bad thing for poetry and story writing. I am performing […]
Last year I did an Advent painting challenge and produced a painting a day. The results are in this book along with a story-poem I have written to thread the pictures together. It is a tale that pierces right through to the heart of mythology and to our feelings of loss and renewal. There are […]
So a few years ago now I wrote a series of halloween poems for Jean who wanted something spooky but not scary and could only say spoogy as she was four or something. I then did a few more poems and typed it all up and did some illustrations the originals having been lost in […]
Tonight the 22nd of October 2015 is the launch of Kissing The She Bear by the amazing poet Anna Saunders – Anna’s poems are dark and deep and whimsical and pull you into the other whilst wrapping the very real world and experiences around you. This time she has teamed up with the excellent Will […]
Mum and Dad pondered Synagog on Saturday Chapel on Sunday The Weekend scrubbed out from Friday on wards Bits cut off of willies And christening robes looking silly Then there were the holidays Easter and Passover Hanukkah and Christmas Not to mention the food restrictions No milk with meat And fish and fowl instead of […]
The bee flits from flower to flower Looking for that nectre power Sometimes he gets some Sometimes he don’t But he always carries away the pollen Like a dope And rubs it upon the next bloom he sees This is how the fruit gets in the fruit trees
Warm carpet Benieth trees Red viens, mottled green Kicked in swerls Joy in golds Mushroom growth Birds flock Skies full of string clouds Autum sun glitters Water ruffled by wind Children scour Brown jewels Mounted on strings