Born and bred in the industrial valleys of South eastern Wales. I lived early life in the shadows of the Six bells colliery, growing up within a close-knit community helped shape lifetime views on political issues.
I worked for over a decade at the colliery and held office in the trade union lodge at a young age. My early influences include the welsh rugby team and the west indies cricket team.
I also delight in reading the wealth of unpublished poets, enjoying greatly poems and pints nights and now poetry nights online. Humour and punchlines get my thumbs up. I’m proud to be one of the four wordly worders.
Precarious in a vile On the bedside table of delirium Vipers strike of another day Swollen in the lymph Traveling at speed through the capillaries Sharp light pains blind retinas Moon surface of mouth Sirocco of cigarette smoked throat Gasping and grasping for air and the vile Of Analgesics Dirty cup of warm water Temporary reprieve Until stronger drugs Can be bought at the opening of the kings head.
Gift from Africa
Whipped from dunes In hot Sahara thermals Thousands of tons of sharp Spiralling upwards Grain by red grain Clouding in a silicon storm Pushed by solar winds in the upper atmospheres falling as a fine red dust To leave semi circles of clear Under wiper blades And mars landscapes under a wine sun
Me normal naaa.
A storm chaser catching data Dodging flying roofs and palm trees A deadly venom collector of tube and fang Mambas and rattlers held behind the jaw line. A vulcanologist sweating. Above carpets of red pyroclastic flow A heroin dealer dealing talc cuts In Rio`s tin sheet favelas A free-swimming helper Of net entangled white sharks in open ocean I put my feet up at weekends. To enjoy a glass of red .