He’s Scribbled Something – Poem

It would be your tortoised mind That held you safe while we fell. But what have you survived to? Hills and hopeful shepherds stand, Preparing for the final Puzzle piece to place itself. Going home is wearying, For dictators and the saints. Who'd be an indoors human? Candlelit dinners devoured Only the wicks remain now, … Continue reading He’s Scribbled Something – Poem


Predating Peraclean Athens

Been scribbling away in all sorts of ways, I 'ave. With assignments and poetry work to do it's been a bit full full full, but I have found a little time to write into The Elephant and The Nun and doodle this bordered alliteration piece. Prepping to illustrate poems that'll be posted to this 'ere … Continue reading Predating Peraclean Athens