T-h-e  C-o-m-m-u-t-e

T-h-e C-o-m-m-u-t-e

The stench of frustration hangs in the air The look of exhaustion abundantly clear The taste of coffee on everyone’s lips The buttery croissants clinging to hips The touch of a stranger’s bag or case The jolt of an armpit right in your face The crinkle of newspapers...
Half-Time at Conway Hall

Half-Time at Conway Hall

Enjoyed a great Saturday afternoon in London browsing wonderful poetry books and chatting to publishers, oh and of course pitching Songs of My Soul! And here’s a short video I recorded after a couple of hours browsing…just click and download – I...
Conway Hall – a lively Poetry Book Fair

Conway Hall – a lively Poetry Book Fair

A short video in between me rushing around the stalls at the Poetry Book Fair..click the link below… Half-time at Conway Hall What a better way than to spend a Saturday afternoon in the centre of London on a bright, chilly Autumn day, in the company of poets and...
You, the rose

You, the rose

Excited heart and mind racing full of ideas, vigour, drive realising something brilliant takes you into another realm of discovery the postcard in a shop window speaks to you a conversation overheard pulls you in you interrupt knowing it’s rude, but can’t...