To celebrate my first birthday tomorrow, there will be an extra-long poem to wade through. Indulge me.
The trouble with writing poetry is that there are far more writers of it than there are readers. So pity the poor editors of literary journals who actually do have to read the stuff. I can just imagine the brief slump they must experience when opening up my latest submission to find that yet again I have insisted of bloody rhyming. So I thought I’d do the decent thing and punt them all into the cloud out of the way, where only bored googlers and desperate teachers will be in danger of finding them.
Anyway, I’ll try and upload a new one every few days. Some of them might even be good.