Category : Poetry

Stories in Poetry form.

Cookery

I must admit I’d shout hooray If I cooked ...

In the passing years, a gentle decline, The Christmas ...

The poem, its writing postponed slips away, past the ...

It's two stanzas akin to constructing card houses with ...

This guy on the street corner is waving a ...

The Atlantic Ocean, operatic in tone, meets the silent, ...

Welcome friends to the age where just about everything ...

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1961 – the wall has been built once sixty-one ...

No more showers, no more soaking in the tub ...

He drifts into town like a soul with no ...