Category: Poetry

  • Cooking

    Chop the Onions Dice the Carrots Slice the Cabbage… Can you guess what I’m cooking? Crush some Garlic Slice that Chilli Grate the Ginger Can…

  • Brutalist

    Damp mist’s chill Penetrates coat and body To cling to bone Of those exiled from inside Solace sought in a cigarette Just one more drag…

  • Central Square

    Sun on the back Burns through the black A coat – still needed Wards off the Winter chill In the cold blue Of the empty…