Biography
My favourite writers can evoke a scene so vivid and tangible that I feel as though I am drawn into it and experience their vision for myself. I am greatly inspired by this and so use my small ability to attempt to do the same. I am a sentimental old fool who likes people. I suspect it shows in my writing. I am a writer and not a performer, though I greatly admire those that are.
Samples
Harborough Town Pt.1 (an excerpt) A lone civil servant enjoying the sun Observing all yet observed by none; Footsteps echo and follow in time With ancient bells in their quarterly chime Daffs resting in wicker baskets On arms of smart dowager aunts Crumbs of napkin’d picnickers in tweed Fall to where racing pigeons feed A gentle shower of apple blossom Falls in the warm spring breeze Carrier bag carrying grandmothers Bronzed by trips overseas Buy exotic foods with loyalty cards To meet their basic needs Harborough Town Pt.4 (part threrof) Its a tidy town, all pampered and preened With armies of cleaners and fleets of machines Every business has its own refuse truck Beeping as they move in removing your muck They work very hard to preserve its faux grace The charity shops look a bit out of place The old Ship Inn has become Labels For Less Exchanging its character for minor finesse
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