A member of Shepway Writers. I like to write short fictional stories but. So I devised a form of poetry that suits my. Shortcomings yet still allows me to tell a story. My efforts always have a sting in the tail! When you get to the end of the first page,. To read more of my stuff. Want to link blogs? Make contact using the. Or email to the address above.

Tuesday, 4 March 2008. TO THE EDGE OF THE SKY. Will be re-published in June 2008. Or, if you fancy an author-signed copy,. Tuesday, 19 February 2008. Sunday, 27 January 2008. The three judges, court officials,.

Sunday, 9 March 2008. Tuesday, 4 March 2008. TO THE EDGE OF THE SKY. Will be re-published in June 2008. Or, if you fancy an author-signed copy,. Monday, 3 March 2008. Wednesday, 23 January 2008. Tuesday, 15 January 2008. Thursday, 10 January 2008.

Doormat welcome I crave to see,. Arms open with your love for me,. Dark skies, raging winds engulf my body cold,. Whistling around my bodies mould,. Gales fierce, my hands and skin is chaffed,. Will you ever forgive me. I walked out in such haste. Loves skipping flames- a fireside fantasy,. As I perish beside the raging sea,. Glowing words whispering in my ear,. A charismic feeling you may be near,. Together we drift home as one.

I am also a mentor. For reasonable rates I edit work by other writers, give advice, improve manuscript presentation and suggest alternative plotlines. I helped the writers produce all of the stories and poems shown here. Saturday, August 16, 2008. And leave your contact details. The adverts pay for our blogs.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009. On screen in parliament scenes of suffering and sorrow cry. Whilst over social chit-chat and flowing wine. Over candlelight banquets they gaily dine. Governments, they create these bloody wars. To suit themselves, they change the laws. Between themselves they cause the rifts. Then send in armies, until between civilians - hostility drifts! Never mind all the.

Tuesday, 6 September 2011. A message bleeped on the astraphone. To the aliens at the messierdome ,. To the blue planet you must go ,. Our ways to them you need to show . But in their way they were delighted -. With pleasure nerves soon ignited . On earth eventually they would land. Disguised as toadstools as per plan ,. Wondering how they would survive. Hidden beside the M25 . The dismay was fed along their wires.