people run and clap
my celebrity status
or swarm of midges
In a fishing village draped
With nets, my mother speaks
Of her days as a courtesan,
Famed for her eyelashes
Crawling now like spiders
Behind her unfurled fan.
Enjoying Life In New Ways
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
the literary asylum
Wherever I lay my pen, that's my home
my humanity in written form
Guitarist / Songwriter
Poetry, Fiction & Photography
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Tales from the mouth of a wolf
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
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to be worth sharing
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My thousand lines..
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