For Adults

Sometimes I write silly poems, sometimes I write serious poems – but regardless of the content, their origin always has a common core – a few words that ‘come’ on their own, bidden by a moment, a connection, a thought, or a feeling – words that drop into my mind, and that I now drop into yours. If you’d like to read more, contact me.

“But whatever his weight in pounds, shillings and ounces.

He always seems bigger because of his bounces.

‘And that’s the whole poem,’ he said. ‘Do you like it Piglet?’

‘All except the shillings,’ said Piglet. ‘I don’t think they ought to be there.’

‘They wanted to come in after the pounds,’ explained Pooh, ‘so I let them. It is the best way to write poetry, letting things come.'”

– The House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne