Poetry

I Tell Myself

Every day I must I tell myself. Write and whether it's the hell of holes or the height of sophistication I will honour my family debt. Turn my thoughts to desert life and make believe dogs or war dogs coming out with gross approximations of the real stuff. Punktual as opposed to spunktual or should that… Continue reading I Tell Myself

Poetry

I Will Write An Ode To Her Tight Jeans

I Will Write an Ode to Her Tight Jeans This is an artists sketch, surely all perfect lines this is millimetre thin against your skin, exquisite this is fine sculpted stone marble sharp, this is a denim tight curve alighting. This is my poem to your arse in those jeans, this is art for the… Continue reading I Will Write An Ode To Her Tight Jeans