Conversations between two old men may cause significant raising of eyebrows. As well as discussing medication, pensions and dentures, they may be chatting about past glories and bowel movements… if they can remember where they went last night, of course.

From Cardiff’s seafront to the peaks of Snowdonia, from Shirley Bassey to JPR Williams, this poem is about belonging, identity, and that Celtic spark that shines brighter than midnight stars. Read it, feel it, and tell me... where does your heart call home?

We've all got stories, tales, yarns to tell... fiction, faction or non-fiction, but few of us have life stories that last for a hundred years. This piece features snippets from the lives of a centenarian and his almost-centenarian wife.

A hapless young man's quest for love in limerick format (what else?) is thwarted again and again. Caution! No smut on display.

It’s sobering to think that while summer is celebrated in some parts of the world with music festivals, sporting tournaments, flower shows, fringe festivals, craft fairs, parties in the park, etc, people in other parts of the world are struggling to put nutritious food in their children’s bellies. And in yet other parts of the world, they are too busy firing missiles at each other. My poem, therefore, is sadly only about modern summer living in some parts of the world.

An old man's visit to the barber

COVID restrictions eased, so we made a dash for freedom.

A hapless man's quest for love through British accents.

Treasured memories of an April day in 2023.

A poem about a childhood memory concerning a friend's family.

Remembering a friend in poetry.

Remember that time in 1973 when life felt like an adventure? ???? Oberjoch was where it all began for me. #TravelStories #70sMemoirs