I dabble in poetry. I would like to do it better, but generally that is beyond me, Sometime, however, it seems to be the right thing to do.

Poems

Cold

It’s cold, which seems to be a surprise to everyone

Holiday

It can be so difficult to get my head away from work during a holiday. I find that I am then berating myself for checking my emails. One less pressure please...

Hope

My search

Momentary breath

I'm trying to be more aware of the peace around me. This morning on my way to the station, I stopped at the top of Newlands Corner. I was the only person there. It was glorious.

Run

A poem about anxiety and anguish

Stateless

Written a few years ago about sofa surfing

There is only you

It can be difficult (for me) to express love...

Winter

Finally...