The Bore

I went to see the Severn Bore. It was a glorious day so posted about it on my Facebook page. My good friend the incomparable story teller Andy Copps suggested that I had actually written a poem so here it is! Continue reading

Rock And Roll

Up to this point I had imagined that sadness and loss were the wellsprings that inspired me to write poems that I felt were good enough to share with the world. Imagine my astonishment when on the day after the most unhappy day of my life this comes bursting into my world. Continue reading


In the later stages of Dementia my wife had, at times, trouble standing. She used a perching stool at the wash basin and I made a small mirror that hangs so she could see herself. At first I was puzzled why she was less than pleased with it. Continue reading