The aches and pains of putting the clocks back. Why do we still have to do it? Discuss.

Rhyl’s a funny place as this attempts to demonstrate somehow. Possibly in a Ted Hughes sort of way.

The human enigma explained. In part at least.

We all have a right to ramble around much of the country. That’s all very well but it can be very tiring at times.

A nice summer walk interupted, an ex partner perhaps, it doesn’t end well.

The agony of loss explored. Perhaps.

A lasting tribute which may, or may not stand up.

A poem that takes the word alien and proceeds to shuffle it briefly down one particular blind alley.