I go native

That’s the way I like it

I shall be unstoppable

A Haiku, and much more

I sometimes spot the Poetry Police

Standing guard over rules and regulations,

Brandishing lists of names

Like exam results,

Turn to Stone

Notorious!

During my walk out in the woods

I heard something quite weird.

Blackbirds conversed in Schweitzerdeutsch;

I couldn’t believe my ears!

Charlotte Sometimes

Boys don’t Cry.

I’m a cult hero,

A Fragile Thing,

Alone.

A Review by Writer Pilgrim , So Elite

B is for Gary Barlow!

Why I love writing

Aurora, dawn’s eternal Prima Ballerina, whose patience with Sol’s toxic masculinity has worn wafer-thin after a few too many centuries of solar sulking over the last billion years, hears a dull crack deep inside her chest. Before she even realizes it, she’s in the air, long, strong, sinewy legs outstretched, one scuffed, shell-pink satin pointe ballet shoe aiming straight at Sol’s solar plexus.

I want to believe

That the Brill-Creamed crows and magpies

Solemnly providing Peace Patrol

Will prevail,

Gone much too soon.

A devotee of Carl Cox

My daughter made a film about me

The London Dungeon has availability

Where does your body want to come from?

Let those daisies live their lives!