I Am Sat Behind His Hand…
Making my merry way back to Leeds after a lovely time in Bristol (which I do miss). Obviously I am on the glamorous Megabus – and am sat...
I Am Sat Behind His Hand…
Processing the Bogle – as Ivor Cutler
Love The Words on ELFM
The Rules of Twister or, Meaning of Whirl
Poetry by HEART flyer
LS13 Anthology and Upcoming Gigs
Snails, or Cycling in Shropshire
The Bee-Spell of Shakespeare Primary School
Going Viral: The Edge of Life
NaPoWriMo 30: Here, Roots Are Not Joined
NaPoWriMo 29: Excerpts from a Report on the New Poem Aquarium
NaPoWriMo 28: Painting Friends’ Palettes
NaPoWriMo 27: Tami Is Using Pinterest
NaPoWriMo 26: Stories and/or Plans and/or Ideas
NaPoWriMo 25: Picnic Ballad
NaPoWriMo 24: Dust Across the Beam
NaPoWriMo 23: A Triolet for Entropy
NaPoWriMo 22: Generic Blessings
NaPoWriMo 21: White Violin or, Lord Raby’s Massive Silver Wine Cooler
NaPoWriMo 20: Rising Suns