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Memories of the Tour de France (Yorkshire Style!)
Back in July I had the rare pleasure… Of crossing them moors in the Yorkshire weather…. A bike race, they said, was coming this way…. They’d started in Leeds on the previous day…
On a Wet and Miserable Day
On a Wet and Miserable Day
I remember writing this, I was at a real low point in Vancouver. I don’t think I had ever felt so completely lonely and thoroughly unhappy before in my life. One day I will write a happy poem!
The Coming Cold
The Coming Cold
Another despondent poem written in my dark days in Vancouver.
Kathmandu
Kathmandu
InNovember 1994 I went on a Nepalese trekking adventure with my good friend the artist Phil Dutton. We spent the first few days in Kathmandu and as it was our first experience of what we now call the developing world I think it safe to say we were both shocked by the filth and squalor that many humans are forced to live in. I wrote this poem in response to the feelings it gave me.
Christmas Present
Christmas Present
In the 20 years since I wrote this it seems that very little has changed!
Nan
Nan
I wrote this as a frank and honest portrait of my Nan’s life 8 years before she died. She never really got over the sudden death of my grandpa when he was only 61. I wouldn’t wish this kind of loss on anyone. Life is sometimes very unfair.
Thought on a Wednesday Evening in January
Thoughts on a Wednesday Evening in January
This is another poem inspired by the lonely misery of living in Vancouver in the early 90s.
My Death?
My Death?
I went through some very bleak and unhappy times while I was living in Vancouver in the early 90s. Some of that unhappiness and disillusionment came out in poems and songs.
Reflections on Today
Reflections on Today
Written 20 years ago but just as valid today…
Drink
Drink
I’m sure we can all relate to this one…
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