A short poem from the wood

They are tall and have green eye-lids. See how they blink at the sun. trees — Being amongst trees makes my soul so happy. There are a number of woods where I live in London and I consider it my commute to work to walk through them when I have time set aside for writing.

Winterreise

  We ate at Träumerei. Maybe I ordered a quiche And he had melted cheese. Forget this not, my heart: We lunched at Träumerei. There shining in brightness on the table –  a glass of water, four peppermints and the bill. 2012 — It is from this poem that my first volume derives its title.

Rooftop Thoughts

The Gullies (Covent Garden, London) I have a personal Thursday pleasure and it is to choose my PCF picture of the week over a strong black coffee. The ten I have chosen to date are a visual log of the last two months of my London journey. “The Gullies (Covent Garden, London)” is my picture