Your morning memory
blooms in a huff of tea-steam;
soft, distorted and, rising, gone.
The touch of sun's set
Expansive kiss on glass glows
Through my evening tea
February 13, 2016
December 18, 2015
The Accordion Man | #CapturedInWords
The sky over the park is framed by naked trees standing stark to attention, upturned, as if a black network of nerves has taken root...
October 07, 2015
Dear Margate, What Took You So Long?
It’s unlikely you’ve missed the recent hum around the rebirth of this small, Kentish seaside town and yet, if you have, I’d be mor...
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