Was my best friend at school  Her father was a local councillor Who was later imprisoned  For taking a number of bribes  After this she moved to Spain  And disappeared off of the radar  Until I recognized her in a Lanzarote club She was lead vocalist for Voz AAA Singing under the name Paz Paz AAA […]

There is an air of defeated exhaustion  Lives well lived but not lived at all  These are opening lines  Of a poem that Joye had written  I was impressed but jealous of her pen  She is a cool blonde  Who always seems to have a hint  Of a smile ready to break her lips  She owns […]

Judy how are you  Long time no sea  But you live in Leeds  I was inside  Who Avril Jennifer and Masie  All at the same time  Wow you are a curious girl Josie I was also in prison  HMP Castle Combe  Why  Because I was chatting with God  I was asking that my best friend […]

My name is Lolita  But people call me Lola Which I prefer   I broke my ankle  Two weeks ago  When I fell off my bicycle  My partner  Threw it into the river Her name is Vera  But she prefers to be called Violet  As I am confined at present  I am playing computer games  My […]

it has been very mild recently the early season flowers are blooming the migrating birds have returned this does not fool me as the air will soon cool grey white grey will then replace blue gold and green poem by lena

Is a small beach in Folkestone Which although benign in the summer Can be quite wild during the cooler months Large waves break against the promenade Which has encouraged wild wave jumping This pastime can be dangerous Because of the hidden obstructions And accidents have occurred I found this out to my considerable cost When […]

I design and create graphic novels They are quite easy to write As they have a beginning a middle and an end The complexity of the characters is up to me I develop them as I think fit They can be complex or simplistic The important thing is the dialogue Which has to be considered […]

Illustrates graphic novels She is much sought after And is never short of work But her pencil pot annoys her As all her pencils face the same way Their colours vary as one would expect But they are uniform in their thoughts

Blind girl On a snowy platform Appreciates blue

Gwae fi fy myw mewn oes mor ddreng,A Duw ar drai ar orwel pell;O’i ôl mae dyn, yn deyrn a gwreng,Yn codi ei awdurdod hell. Pan deimlodd fyned ymaith DduwCyfododd gledd i ladd ei frawd;Mae sŵn yr ymladd ar ein clyw,A’i gysgod ar fythynnod tlawd. Mae’r hen delynau genid gynt,Ynghrog ar gangau’r helyg draw,A gwaedd […]