Emotion Corrosion


In between family life, work life and author life I get these poems forming in my head.

​They wriggle, squirm and prod till I let them out. ​I squeeze them, manipulate them and push them through my fingers to the screen.

​They drag themselves into words from the media into your open, willing mind. They dig deep, embed themselves into your world, your life, your dreams.

​Enjoy my gifts to you...