A Sonnet’s On It

A quick piece of iambic pentameter inspired by my two favourite poets of yesteryear, William Shakespeare and John Donne. Shall I compare thee to a sonnet verse? Though art more lovely and more musical. Rough winds prevent time needed to rehearse, Though summer’s lyrics remain whimsical. Sometime too vague a sonnet’s matter reads, And often Read More

Found Horse

I stumbled on this opening that I churned out to a longer form poem – I’ll probably add to it and edit it as time goes on, but here’s just the beginning… I came upon a solitary steed, Though in itself not a peculiar sight, It was of gentle stand and healthy breed, And harnessed Read More

On Autumn

The fourth poem in my Seasons quartet How beautiful the elegance of slowly turning old, The elegy of decadence that’s wilting brown and gold, The gentle sinking of the sun between the harvest-trees, That shows, through glows of telling beams, the thinning of the leaves. The turning of the soil, but the toil of this chore Read More

On Summer

The third poem in my Seasons quartet The greatest show on earth is found in ground and nooks and brooks, Wherever there are lovers, and where every child looks, Where wild stretching fauna finds a corner yet to fill, Of every downing valley, and of every crowning hill. The fullest time of life is of sublime, Read More

On Spring

The second poem in my Seasons quartet When little is our last of hope to feel the warmth again, When unexpectedly we wish, through tiring Winter-rain, To feel the torrents pouring down from lazy snoring clouds, But warm and wet and wondrously damp and drenching shrouds That thaw the ice and nicely kiss the earth beneath Read More

On Winter

The first poem in my Seasons quartet We mourn the loss of afternoons to ever-sooner moons, The darkness we had once forgot in old Julys and Junes, It creeps on us to break our hearts, and tear apart the days, So bitter in its jealousy of Summer-long malaise. It takes the Autumn to defeat the Read More

Grimm Fairy Tales Review (2010)

Space@the Radisson – August 2010 There are some energetic performances: Monty Kimball-Evans is notable for his commitment. James Morris and Mike Yates also try desperately to add a little quality to the production. Others however stand on stage smiling awkwardly like fifteen year olds forced to do the school play. As these baffling additions to Read More

Nude With A Violin Review (2012)

Sacred Hearts Hall, Cheltenham – September 06, 2012 Paris in the 1950s: the cultural capital of the world, a city of penthouse suites populated by cigarette-puffing socialites, where modern art typified the avant-garde and Joe Public deferred to expert opinion and accepted it unquestioningly. Into this acquiescent atmosphere, Noël Coward floated his whimsical comedy of manners Nude Read More

Hedda Gabler Review (2012)

Parabola Arts Centre, Cheltenham – 11th April 2012     “One of the tragedies of women is that their willpower tends to remain undeveloped” claimed Norwegian dramatist Henrik Ibsen, and as if to belie this belief, he created the headstrong heroine of his dark 1890 work Hedda Gabler. Now regarded as a classic of the late 19thcentury Read More

My First Poem

I once knew a monkey, called Monkey, Who grew so incredibly high, But one day he grew just too tall For our house, And he left Without saying, “Goodbye”. Read More

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