There's a naughty list Kept by the watchers Not equated to Chrissie presents But you won't know you're on it Until you met by An angry...

You may see a herd of Mammoth Silhouetted in the dusk Trumpeting as one Among the rising mist Of the permafrost But it can never be What...

A reading from the works of poet Anthony James Day who isn't with us anymore, but whose beautifully described moments of happiness he...

No point playing the raffle For the jellybeans in a jar When you have a neural implant That exactly scans the number   Trivia nights are...

Draft idea for the dream-song I had recently, which I got down as a poem first