Dig In

Your mark is a stain every reason is treason But our defences are strengthening and our heels dig deep like our values and beliefs. I see your protest and raise you, go all in with my tweets An eye for an eye, fence post for a fence post These days I grow razor wire instead […]

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Painted Lines

I’m really proud to be in this month’s Visual Verse. I wrote this poem in response to the image, but also to the conflict in Palestine and Israel that was happening at the time (and still is). For me, there seemed to be a connection between the two and I was really pleased to be […]

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Full Beam Dream

Lend me a vision to climb on Shout me some news to drink Stake a claim to a future that’s in clear sight Full beam ‘Cos the roads are more overgrown than ever in this enduring night.

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Cracks

By Neal Crook During my morning meditationI notice cracksIn our recently repaired stone wallsSome hairlineOthers deeply etched What is the causeOur home precariously perched upon a hillSettling into complacencyPerhaps an angry door-slam I rummage through my tool boxSome recently acquiredA few in need of WD-40I apply spackleSand the roughness and paint Once againI achieve an […]

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Letter to the Editor

Yesterday was the funeral of my brother’s wife who passed away last month. Her death was especially tragic as she had struggled to find her place in the world and was finally beginning to build a life here in the UK. I wrote this poem in her memory and in the hope that it gives […]

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A Thank You

I’d just like to say thank you to all the people who have visited my site recently. It’s been a tough couple of months for a number of reasons and every like and follow means a lot and encourages me to keep going. I’m busy working on a non-fiction submission about Dartmoor and have some […]

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Brutal Winds

There is no rhyme or reason, life is changeable like the seasons. For we are all just stalks, swaying helplessly in the breeze, the wind our brutal master.

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