Creative Works
Yesterday has gone
Some memories linger on
Like footprints in sand


Wilf and Mary
Mi fayther waur a painter,
afore ‘e went to war.
‘e papered t’upstairs landin’
an’ painted mi bedroom do-or.
Dialect
People

Autumn
He sat in the pub when the world was brown,
In the afternoon of his humdrum life.
He ordered a double and phoned his wife,
Sonnet
People

A poet like me
‘I told you I was ill.’ Spike Milligan’s epitaph
I muse in Saint Thomas’ Church in Winchelsea,
Free verse
Self

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