a winter chant

a winter chant splashing puddles, sipping port pruning cherries, chest colds caught crochet rugs and slipper socks chilly toes and…

september song

september song the bulbs laugh in september those prophets of the spring opening up their petalled mouths are bluebells tinkling…

celebrating genetalia

  A soldier from up at the fort Pickled his balls in old port. When his good lady Asked was…

muse fast food

muse fast food contemplating creating a muse franchise for trainee poets commercialise my concepts and bottle them in stanzas to…

chemically invoking the muse

chemically invoking the muse – easy recipe makes one muse only for grownups over consensual age lubbly blissly bubbly doubly…