Poem. Sunshine Views.

Sunshine Views the scenic view as i walk through layers upon layers of small happenings of joggers a train speeding by the sparkle of dew on grass crooked rubbish sacks beside the bins an empty park with ghosts of children past i rejoice in the days that begin when winter ends when i wake and … Continue reading Poem. Sunshine Views.

How it all began.

I was looking for a picture to pair with this poem, and it begs the question. What does poetry look like? I imagine it might be something different for all us. What kind of visuals do you associate with poetry? Yes, for me it is the dirty great London underground. Travel, movement, big cities, and … Continue reading How it all began.