Rebirth. A poem.

I wondered how You were, you see Tracked you down More than easily Just a single look I knew, though hurt On, you’d moved From that cold, cold birth Which was all I wanted Both then and now To take that pain And slice it out Cast on the pyre With sullen doubts I’m gladContinue reading “Rebirth. A poem.”

Advice for the Young (Poet) at Heart

Poetry was not really my thing. I wrote poetry as a shy, insecure and sensitive teenager, much as other shy, insecure and sensitive teenagers did, but as I grew older it lost its allure. Not because I was less inclined (I was in bands and writing my own music and lyrics by that stage), notContinue reading “Advice for the Young (Poet) at Heart”