Isis Tablet

At precisely a quarter past two, Mr Frog turned up in a new suit of blue.  He had been to Harry Hen’s the tailors, that very morn, he had spoken of his beautiful wife and of their new frog spawn. Read the rest of this entry »

The hands that made you,

took you into their pack,

they had rubbed you out,

but  drew you back. Read the rest of this entry »

To be blunt and yet precise,

I find you all quite nice.

To be fitting and fairly fruitful,

you are all so very beautiful. Read the rest of this entry »

Catch the table

throw out the chairs

push up the door

you know there’s more. Read the rest of this entry »

The sounds that made the sun fall down

rescued the stars to make a crown. Read the rest of this entry »