You know as much as I do about this one. And there are no similar stories!

Poems about other loves, happier loves, loves that weren't A Wrong Turn...

Poems from 1978 onwards. These poems are in a different style from the later MajorSeventh, the earlier ones often with more of an Eastern-influenced cadence. Later, they vary a lot in form and style.

This is a miscellany. A bag of sparks and mischief, and, spilled out of it, goats eating clotheslines. There are no similar stories. :)))

A collection of poems that chart a relationship from its genesis to its failure and beyond.

This collection will gather together all those things that have helped me learn the Craft of Writing Stories and Poems in all their amazing forms. Information about why we write our creative process, and what a poem or good story can give to others. When we share with others something happens to our words they gain a life of their own. In an oral sharing this is an immediate vibration of the air which in turn gives the immediate group a sense of pleasure. On reading the word in print it is less so intense but allows the receiver to revisit when ever they please and maybe rote learn the words to share outside in the world of reality with others that they call friends. It is like throwing a pebble into the pond and watching the ripples spread across the surface to eventually each ripple kisses the shores of that circle. If you find a great poem, learn it and sent it out into the world, with the love you feel for that poem for one day it just may come back to you as a gift.

'Festina Lente' is the Latin phrase. The headmaster, of the grammar school I went to as a boy, once uttered it in my direction as I skidded round a corner of a corridor like Charlie Chaplin. He never raised his voice except in assembly since he kept a cane or two in his office. I heard that phrase again in the wind, in the flapping of drying autumn leaves. October and November (and indeed December, still technically autumn up to the 20th} are countries of their own.