I’m a sad person, really. There’s an entire world out there, perhaps more than one entire world, and I'm looking at this: This site (which I found by accident, I promise) is so full of wrinkles it appeals to the bit in me that can’t believe what I see. It goes beyond “found poem”, and then just keeps on going. You have to scroll all the way down to get the full flavour of it. It creases me up. But I’d recommend you don’t click on any of the links there. I haven’t, because I’m scared. These wrinkly people don’t have your best interests at heart, I’m sure of that.
.... is my Blog-Of-Sorts that's also Something-Of-An-Online-Magazine. It's a mix of poetry & reviews and sometimes just gentle rhubarb, with posts a couple of times a week at least. Oh, and some music reviews, too, as and when I drag myself out to the local Music Hall. It's all a kind of mysterious zone of gentle happiness, where headaches disappear and people are friends, and your shoes never need cleaning, and I hope you enjoy it.
Please go to my Home-From-Home for information about my poetry and other stuff.
This site is something of an e-zine, in that I occasionally publish things by writers whose work I like. But it's by invitation only. I don't accept unsolicited submissions of poetry or prose, or of anything else for that matter. You can try bribing me if you want to, but you probably won't.
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