The Drifted Stream is an anthology created over the last two years as a tribute to Charles Causley, edited by...

There has been a slight hiatus in blogging over the summer but autumn brings my blog again (now once a...

Sing to me O Muse, a real one. I wait expectantly by the bedside. Then: The sirens whisper at the...

Challenging confederacy, Or questioning theocracy, Or standing to the face of their awful “democracy.”   Their leatherback notebooks cannot constrain,...

‘You could hear the sea from here. You might imagine, in the winter, it would creep up on to those...

a violet sky like a blanket,                             ...

Like a spell, she breathes life into me.   Seven, legs basking in the summer glow You’re in the finally...

I am a redhead, on the sixth turn of the globe you said I set a curse upon the world,...

Sometimes it makes me wonder Where magic goes for a wander Is it as simple as fairies in the sand?...

The Moon light shines so bright, While is putting us, safe to sleep tonight.   It’s singing a tune, While...

Sing me a song of magic At twilight , How the stars shine! Echoes of your dreams and mine. Broken...

You ask me what I’ve learnt of love. Let me tell you a story in reply: Once there was a...