Napowrimo

  • Extra

    Imagine that everything  had a layer of cling  film. Held taut as a drum  against you. So everything had At…

    : Extra
  • Blank

    I haven’t written a poem in ages. My pen sticks to sketching, My words have gone dark. I’ve not been…

    : Blank
  • Dial

    They turned the volume down, I think? It suddenly all went dim And I remember thinking its not me, it…

    : Dial
  • Poetic panic

         There’s a special kind of terror When you’re lying on the beach And you’re suddenly aware that your child…

    : Poetic panic
  • Parked

    I have an itch, I have a scratch I sometimes wonder if I can match My old ways, my triumphs,…

    : Parked