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Welcome! Here you'll find a selection of my work-from stories to lyric poetry. Whatever takes my fancy, really. I hope you enjoy reading it and thank you for taking time to check out my website.
Sat at the Edge of the World
I’m sat at the edge of the world without a hook on the end of my line, Watching clouds roll by without a smile behind my eyes, Wandering if Tom was right: Are there nightclubs in Heaven? So, I can complain about the noise. Until then, I’m sat at
In Times of Death
In times of death, we speak as if they are there. In the places where we always left them. In the places where we now long for them to be. When we’ve wandered far but found no footsteps, Sung loud but found only the rattling shields and spear tips