Writing

Great Big New Tax
Great Big New Tax
Great Big New Tax
Great big new dacks,
Cape, wig, shoes, slacks.
Eight Whig nude cracks.

When I think of poetry I reach for magpie song
Muddle monkeys waddle below

Spelling.  I’ve always regarded myself as a good speller.  Certainly adequate.  But converting The Weird Colonial Boy from an old

I’ve decided to post my earlier work under a Creative Commons license. First up, The Weird Colonial Boy. Will upload

Some might have heard that Jill Sparrow and I are writing a novel. (Don’t ask me what it’s called.) Friends

Well the novel’s finished. A draft, anyhow. It took almost exactly two years to write the draft and a couple