This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.So bright the birch leaves on my lawn,So soft their drift in weak sun's blaze;A spark of flame on Autumn's breath,Now damping down with faerie glaze.I scuff my boots through pixie tracks(The little gits keep sneaking throughMy lovely lawn, all dew-bejewelled;I wish they wouldn't, but they do).Behold! What's this? A mushroom huge...

This musing only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.They say that there is someone for everyone. If that's the case, then somewhere out there, in that big, wide world, there is a fat, grumpy, depressed, cookie-eating, diet coke-swilling bloke who's pushing forty, whilst wearing stripy socks, glittery shoes, and insisting on throwing bits of gingerbread men out into the sea "for...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.She walks the world with heavy beauty,Never seeing decadence in her curves;Eyes regard her lively, loving,In sumptuous angles ofLaughter and satinThat tie her soul in a strong-willed bowAgainst the pain that breaks her heartAnd holds her heart in sorrows pastAnd fears so present,Where words are growing and overflowingTo share he...

This musing only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Sometimes I feel that the world is a graceless place. Well, alright, I always feel that. For me, every day is a task that I cannot look forward to. But there is no way to rearrange my knickers drawer in procrastination of meeting the morning (or afternoon, on my days off), and I am lacking the ability to pull a sickie and tell...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.You see my writing on the wallAnd you think you know who I am.Am I splayed out naked for all to see,Or can the breeze-blown reeds only glimpseThe surface where the chaff isDrifting and floating onto the mill race,Only to be lost in the tail past the grinding wheel,Never use nor grace to any bread?For there,In the shallows where...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Light puddles on the floor,Crawling along the wooden slatsAnd bleeding down the cracksTo nowhere and somewhereAnd anywhere thatStartsRightHere.Mellow honeyed scentOf angels thatSings streaming through the windowIn the daytimeAnd seeps across the moonIn the nighttime,I breathe in the soot on theHearthstone ofGod's heartAnd am not...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I've bought a pair of knickersLike I've never bought before.I'm usually quite perfunctoryWhilst in the knicker store.All my life long, I've only hadThe kind you wouldn't mindTo be caught in if you got run downThat doctors must needs find.They're always black, and always high,The sort the army hides in(But only once I've vacated)...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Little star within the heavens,Twinkling down from indigo,Send me shining, sweet delightsAnd drench my dreams in fairy glow.Silver moonbeams flow from your hair,Diamond sparkles adorn your dress;Glitter softly on my face,I long to be a star princess.As I look up into the skyWhere thundering hooves of midnight horsesPull the zoom...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.This...Existence.ThisMelancholy beat of a spasmodic heartEmpties full thrust intoMires of self-loathing andRues the day thatBorn and bred wereRaised and wed toProduceThis.EmptySorrowsIn the bowl of the beggarWhere pity and scornMingle with incense and onionsTo languish in cob dungeonsThat shun the sunAnd embrace the cold.GatherT...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Not the sun in fierce, beating beauty;Not the cloud with shining essence,Laced from within with theSouls of the stars;Not the deep heavens of azure and indigo,Nor the silver jewels of the raining skies,Nor the bend of prismed angel wings over the mother's curve.I am the shadow of the cloud,Rushing, sliding phantom of darknessOn...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Hand against the cold glass,Condensation runs like tearsDown the outside of my leaden heart.The past is a thunderOf regrets rolling through my time and space,Where blunt winds of despairBuffet against the rocksThat my childhood was smashed upon.These rains cannot growBeauty from the mire,Nor tempests scour the dirt away.The dawn...

This song only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. ~~~The sea speaks ~~~ Wash my tears away with rain;Leave my shadowed heart by the sea.I've been dreaming of a sunrise with you,Where the salt on the wind scours my pain.Where are you?Far away where the ocean horses run,There's a meadow where my love has gone to live.Sirens singing over velvet emerald waves,There's a light in th...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Search the starsFor dreams that are lost.Fly upon the backs of carrion crowsAs they batter their ragged wingsAgainst walls of dead airWith gluttonous envy in their eyes.Lay down your ragged breathUpon the iron earthAs it rusts away in the peat bogsAnd raises the stink ofIdeas in decay.Pluck your visions from theEntrails of sinAn...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Dear honey toast, my happy toast,I need you in my tum.You're something sweet and wholesomeWhen the world's run out my bum.The Norovirus is a painSuffusing my whole being.My tummy hurts and groans a lot,With legs and back agreeing.I'm at the other end of it,In more ways than just one;My bum's been busy, my tummy scoured;The nutri...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Here is my fence, and here's where I sit;There are two sides I see, and I feel like a twit.There is no middle place that is both safe and sound;Rather, both sides pull my legs 'til I fall to the ground.Up here, I can see many points of strong view,And sometimes it's easy to know what to do.But others, it seems like I can't find...