Free Stories and Poetry

It is in the middle, A space in between the moments experienced, And never obscene....

What does Wednesday mean to you? Just another day, or do you take a breath?

There are a few times in my life when I have felt so close to someone that if the situation had been different, something more would have happened. But it was the wrong moment, or the wrong setting or just seemed the wrong thing to do. Even if it was the right person.

A smile that waited, With soft breath held so...

The wonder of that time spent with someone, a poem about the joy of the morning and the fear that it will all go away

If I forgot that it was morning, and the towering sky was arched over...

Sometimes a writer's life seems to be endless circles of sitting there just trying to get you head round what the hell you are meant to be doing there in the first place....

A random collection of little verses, observations and even things that are almost Haikus.

Some are poignant, some sad, some just silly. Well, that is me for you!

So, what was really behind the photograph of the fairies championed by the gullible Conan Doyle?

We all know what Wikipedia says about it, but has anyone asked the actual Fairy? In extracts from her diary, she tells all, and more!

I do write poetry and have written it for years. I just never tell anyone, or very rarely.

So, maybe I should pen some more and put it out there. Here is some of it.

A short comic tale about workers in a space station