Recent poems
Cinders and cinnamon
all I can think about is that time I tried a new Paul Hollywood recipe,…
It seems to me
It seems to me a special kind of irony, /
the increasing need for a…
Chaos when the Queen leaves
The king kinda worries. /
Who’s got his back now the boss is gone?
I sit here
I sit here, longing for peace
Sounds of summer
It’s here at last /
Time to tilt up the chin /
Close the eyes…
Ode to the Selmer Mk VI
The perfect serial number /
that perfect patina /
wearing its age with pride