Ernie Wordsworth’s Sad Fate

Ashes from last night’s chiminea fire stare back at me as I commence today’s descriptif quotidien. Hopefully that snippet of … More

Dabbling In Verse

A few years ago yours truly embarked on an exercise of broadening my literary horizons by dabbling with scribing poetry. … More

It’s a long time since I’ve wandered along the unpredictable and opinion dividing literary corridors of poetry writing. Today, though, … More

“Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it … More

In lockdown, to continue revisiting some of the 60-70 poems written in summer 2017 (don’t worry I’m not gonna post … More

I’ve absolutely no issue with religion per se. The comfort it brings to those with faith in a host of … More

You may argue you’ve suffered enough during the COVID lockdown without yours truly starting to subject you to a selection … More

As relayed in the poem Poisonous Pathogen, in lockdown I’m revisiting the literary conduit of poetry. In this case with a … More

It’s rare I dabble in the genre of poetry writing. I spent some of the summer of 2017 penning around … More