by Neil | Jun 18, 2013 | poetry
I committed poetry. I apologise. Not There by Neil Beynon Petals fall as rain— bronzed leaf, surfing the gust’s dance. Seed soft under foot. Jack’s spider spins long— daffodil dreams quicken the dark. A web grown too wide. Sky spills light at lost gold— clouds weep. A...
by Neil | Mar 19, 2013 | Diary, Personal
As I stare around the detritus in here, I wonder that it’s been allowed to get this bad: Honestly, there’s dust over everything, half moth-eaten flash fiction in the doorway, bad satire clogging up the pipes and the electrics are fluttering like the wiring in my...
