Poems; some of them became songs, some stayed as poems -some are still in journals I must take a look at them sometime! some of them here…

All moments I wanted to be remembered.

Here are some poems on rotation, I’ll change them from time to time.

Click on the picture to read or listen to me reading it to you.

Before The Bullets

We Will Remember

Friday Morning, By The River

So Around, for my Nana

There’s A Young Man Crying in the churchyard

White History Month