My poetry collection: There was Histrionic Laughter at the Clowns Cadaver is a smash!

Writing a poetry collection is such an interesting experience. I found myself delving into memories I never thought I would revisit in order to procure emotions I did not even know I had. I was told by a friend who is a writer that when I published my book I would be incredibly surprised byContinue reading “My poetry collection: There was Histrionic Laughter at the Clowns Cadaver is a smash!”

The Place that eats East of Hampshire

Oh how I love all the rings, what beautiful shapes their vespertine shadows relate by the fire and I heard that dusty voice bellow with pre-determined choice but I tried my best not to bother for the man and his sister the wife and her mister the bird and the blister ing sky–that swallows ourContinue reading “The Place that eats East of Hampshire”