A poet’s hope:to be like some valley cheese, local, but prized elsewhere – w h auden

I am a writer and songwriter, releasing records in the UK on my own little label Treetops Records

Music, and writing, are my first loves. I take my inspiration largely from nature and our interaction with it,but also from our interactions with one another.
for anyone interested in the songs you can listen at the katie winter and for my latest collaboration silkwinders

i have assembled my favourite selection of poems from the last couple of years whcih are published by blurb, both with the option of as an e-book

balancing leaves

the second selection of poems published last year can be bought here

the mice in the straw sack

  • Joined: February 2010


writing - where

have been a little absent of late largely because I cannot access during the day and time is against me in eves, and I really miss it. so just now wanted to check in, an suddenly confused with being sent to rb tumblr page. then couldn’t seem to find activity feed. now don’t know how to search for new writing. am I going doolally or gas rb changed, yet again? I really really miss how i…
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laser beam

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missing you

i walked sonny this evening to one our favourite places. we walked to the ford where within/without was written, and i recalled how those years back i was thinking then of my brother, before he became unwell, but his life was ruptured and out of sync. then he got sick, and the years changed, and we changed. when i got back to the car, the day was ending, the sliver of moon was clear, a tractor wa…
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family & friends

growing up with parents that were somewhat older than many of my contemporaries I often felt a bit of detachment from them in the sense that, they weren’t the’ lets play football together’, or ’we’re best friends’…they were just mum and dad. as my brother was several years older, I soon realised that my friends were super-important, and in many ways ̵…
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good poison

trilling, the birds are trilling, / half the night turning, / eager for the morning, / relentless new beginnings, / eager for the rain. / a…

i am in darkness, i am in the light

the winter guns report, the distant shoot goes off / like fireworks. / seismographs would chart the bodies dropping / from the sky, / a s…


i don’t see colour well, / things merge, and uncertainty is born, / uncertainty all along. / the choice becomes obscured / by the lac…

new poetry

the new year began, / and with it isolation. / my own pledge would not remain, / to myself, or this name. / i declared i would write new po…
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daylight saving

reduced to their bones the trees rise, / with new unburdened vigour, / they shake their fists toward the sky. / the seasons have restored t…


the leaves underfoot like a golden cushion, / remnants of life, uniform and / scattered thick. / the wind has thrown them down, / some bef…


i do not keep a diary, / no lingering over time, / and the gradual slide away from me. / just a few words, as reminders / of the air we bre…

walk III

I walked this evening / in the darkness, / alone. / soft treads broke the hush, / aware faintly of the distant road. / vision returns gradu…


like mysteries, / the unfinished words of song, / unspoken words of love. / all of the light of day, / woven into me, / a woven man. / we p…

solemn journeys

the autumn colours rise across the land / and they make my eyes beautiful. / the flocks of partridges run ahead, / comical little legs prop…

unwanted caller

it was the sound of the wind that stirred me, / low pressure arriving in the west, / hungry air was sucked into the ground, / as autumn lai…
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