MY POEMS

Winter's endless grey does not seem to dissipate. We near to February now and we have no relent. “Whoever fights monsters should see to...

Words are inescapable and yet their inaccuracies and vagaries are responsible for many a muddle or miscommunication. So how is a poet to...

Frosty and then sludgy was the ground. Traipsing through the park brought relief to the cold monotony of January. Our footsteps did not...

There is no truer moment than when you are inspired to write. Other times it is someone else's ideas that come true to you in a personal...