Words are Life

Harv hovers at the launderette. He chews another Nicorette while Eyeing his companion’s jacket For the outline cardboard packet.

Read me another silly poem, grandma. 50 years tried and tested! Available at our store.

1 (8 syll) The straw that broke the roofer’s back 2 (4 syll) A roof of thatch. 3 (8 syll) With ma

The Posh Writers’ Society comprises types of a peculiar variety all of whom strive to impress with their extensive vocabulary, gleaned from

L: Hi, Sally, it’s a pleasure to be able to interview you about your gorgeous little book, ‘The Wasamaroo’. Perhaps you could begin by tell

The first thing you notice is that it is a very attractive book with a simple but well-designed and effective cover. This really does the co

Buy the book HERE! Only £3.99! This collection of poetry, compiled in 2017, was inspired by many things.

Heavenly scent of lavender lingers entwined with gnarled spindly fingers, deep in the woo

Snaking round the winding track, the Hillman Special, heading back. Cutting through fields of crops, thundering train never stops.

Over 40 poems which vary from the sublime to the ridiculous. The sublimity of ‘The Swan’ – for example:"Majestic, pure white vessel, Glidi

27 short poems - and almost every one jumped off the page at me! I’m a lapsed musician so ‘The Bass’ spoke to me, especially the final

A poem written by my little lad when he was only about six. I love it! The cat in the hat Was eating a rat Whilst looking at beautiful...

I was asked to put together a few very simple Christmas card rhymes - with a Christian rather than a secular feel. These were what I came...

Nothing more to say We swing ungirded hips, And lightened are our eyes, The rain is on our lips, We do not run for prize. We know not...

This attractive book of Leonard Cohen’s poetry, prose-poems and artwork, was taken from content that first appeared on...

There's nothing else to say. Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the...

Hello, my name is Suzie. I sleep on Max's bed. Looking at the nice view I rest my furry head. I see other houses, I see lots of cars,...

John Cooper Clarke - “Day My Pad Went Mad” I’m ankle deep in human waste The toilet has been clogged Marrowbone jelly all over the place...

This was a poem (of sorts) that I produced for a writing group's home assignment: Erupting from wood that’s darkened with age, pale...