Poetry

  • Monsters

    Mummy, there’s monsters! They’re under the bed! They wake up at night and they creep. Darling, these monsters are all in your head. Now be a good girl, go to sleep. But mummy, those monsters ARE under the bed. They have eyes that glow green in the dark. Those monsters just live in the book…

  • Don’t Talk to me About Life

    I look back with nostalgia To when fibromyalgia Was merely a good score in Scrabble When getting up from my chair Did not make me swear And I could keep docs away with an apple. When at night I could sleep Pain would not make me weep And I could stand for a while without…

  • Sauchihall Street Cash Converters

          Good afternoon, Sir. How are you today? Such frightful weather for this time of year.

  • Poakits

    A poem. About pockets.

  • Writer’s Block

    [tweetmeme source=”nettiewriter” http://www.URL.com] Fresh page, new start Story told from the heart Words fail, don’t fit Throw away what’s writ. Fresh page, start again White space, idle pen Verbs, nouns don’t knit Throwaway what’s writ. Fresh page, another try Plot, theme, wave goodbye Bright idea not lit Throw away what’s writ Best seller, sure-fire hit?…