Meh > Writing | WritersCafe.org | The Online Writing Community

A poem about the east end of Brighton

Mr Brooks loved his clock. He loved to refer to it as a ‘long case clock’ and sulked when someone referred to it as a gran..

Part II

The beginning of a book (hopefully)

A poem I wrote today (26th March 2009) whilst in bed.

This is what I have made- a man of gypsum poised to flake in the merest breeze to melt in a timid shower a man on a vine roun..

With shopping trolley full of purring heads (pet sitters still a distant folly), we tripped, flipped to the track that would roll ..

Are you up there, dressed carefully in the clouds, showing gifts to strangers, smiling at day old tans? Are you out there, sat ..

I seem to have misplaced this book.