Friday, 23 July 2010
Wednesday, 21 July 2010
Tuesday, 20 July 2010
Monday, 19 July 2010
Beach House Firewood
an indigo sky does not bode well
for remaining dry though a lighter patch
among the clouds reveals the sun's position.
I miss walking by water when the rain comes;
that distant hiss that grows louder as the rain approaches
and you run, laughing, for the dubious shelter
of an oak or a stand of silver birch, their papery bark
begging to be peeled off and burned in a fire
of dry gorse and driftwood and the green flare
of salt-encrusted logs beached at high tide
and dragged home with the aid of a bit of rope
washed overboard from a trawler
while your orange-haired dog drops
an old tennis ball at your feet and shakes.
Sunday, 18 July 2010
Saturday, 17 July 2010
This is due to be re-released and I need a proofreader to spot mistakes and typos in the first edition. Is anyone up to the task of reading it with a red pen in hand? I can't pay much, except perhaps for a painting or drawing or a signed copy of something I've written.
Note: This is for typos and/or printer's errors only. I can't actually re-write it altogether.