The wind blew me into a new shape – a strange shape A shape I did not know or recognise This new shape was an old shape And I am monster – framed in exactitudes by others I am mother – the maker A conduit who is more Who is PERSON. I am etched and […]
Found Poems of the Concrete – The Priory The city landscape is multifaceted and layered, within this city, the one I chose as home – there is industrial wealth rotting from the victorian glory and areas of decay a few decades in the making – fixed with memories and longings and a hope that transcends […]
When I have nits Grown ups say They are bad And the itching I’ll agree Will drive you mad But have you seen That grown ups tend To get a little thine on top? And out of their chins pops wispy hairs That’s because Knitting nits Knot your hair Make it strong and thick And […]