Dawn Chorus & Other Poems

  Dawn Chorus And I want to lay naked with you in the early morning sunshine kissing songs across your spine

Nightmare & Other Poems

  Nightmare In fitful sleep I fitful pace, through ruins of remembrance chase. At my heels, the black dog growls. A mocking moon above me howls.

The Camp

It was the sort of summer that childhoods are made of. Halcyon days. I don’t even know what a halcyon is, but the word is older than I am and who am I to argue? The air was the scent of pine and wood smoke and the deep smell of musty canvas; tents unaired at … Continue reading

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