Category Archives: poetry
From my old stomping ground, Manchester…
Delighted to be in this month’s Southword 43
Small dreams of a doormat I shall do such things… what they are yet I know not– King Lear Go on then – don’t make eye contactjust walk all over me, I know my placeamong the lowest of the low, pushed into doorwaysunder everything and everyone;you’d put me right out if you could, except –Continue reading