I write to Huw Thomas, leader of Cardiff Council, yet again… May I begin by reminding you that I still reserve the right to make a direct claim against your person in Cardiff Courts for […]

I write to Huw Thomas, leader of Cardiff Council, yet again… May I begin by reminding you that I still reserve the right to make a direct claim against your person in Cardiff Courts for […]
Would you? Would you go to see an original 1976 Punk band, a band of your youth, an anarchic band who not only influenced your life choices but provided the soundtrack for much of your […]
Plaster Or a plaster Both will stick Both will screed Over gaping wounds On a once smooth wall Or on a once smooth skin But where is that plaster-er That mends most anything? That kind cavity wall grafter […]
Tall and tanned she bent forwards before me. Adjusting her bag, unaware her top was revealing breasts brown on white. White on brown I could only look and remember. I wanted to have her. I […]
I saw in his eye a glint, a shinning. Something held fast that still sparked for him. But he was old with valleyed skin too deep to walk in and his eyes oozed a salty […]
I’m just there, higher, like standing. I view lands fertile and balming. I watch waves arcing and breaking, and I sway, shudder, with feeling, as I grin, laughing, it’s inviting. with arms wide, reaching I’m moving. Close in now, clearly […]
When I go walking along the Wales Coast Path, when I walk the dog in Bute Park, when I take a bike ride across Cardiff Bay Barrage… I notice something… Yes, there are couples, and […]
She walks up the path no more But I hear kitten heals on slates Laid as sediments of sentiment Ash from the fire of our passion Now a compressed folio of love She opens up the door no […]
I really can’t be arsed to comment on this. It just continues to come in, I guess the floodwaters have been surging and any dam or dyke or wall or ditch have by now been […]
And mostly I think on the darkness, the craven, the barren. I think on the bitterness. And I empty. But that vase I sometimes fill with fragrant roses and wild stems, fresh, with heads blooming, bursting bold. And until […]