Writing

reading poetry inspires poetry

I saw her first by the apple tree Where she picked the ripe red fruit, Her auburn hair in a twisted coil And a crinoline to suit, ..

I was twenty-three when I saw her first, Without a word of a lie, She had wandered into the woods by me With a basket, held on high, ..

'and she flew like a phoenix'

A snippet from my upcoming novel, Autumn Leaves.

I’d known him since we were boys at schoolSo I let him in to the flat,He wasn’t known for playing the fool,I knew him better than that,But..

A simple descriptive poem about my love of the season Fall.

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