Writer from Yorkshire. Published in a few books, mags etc. Loves to perform. If anyone wants me to, then let me know. Ta x
Latitude I think of us fading. In that old house. Sometimes, listening to music, through silence. Van Morrison for me. A Prince for you. Tea, cigarettes. The occasional flicker. When we said goodbye, in that swept room. We were searching for embers, of an old time. When the phone was off the hook, the duvet distressed. And now I’ve walked north, to invent my wheel. You are forever south. Wild eyed and legless. In your dreamt fantastic place, that you’ll never visit. Latitude divides us. Don’t ever bring out your map. Ralph Dartford
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Leaving Upton Park (15/11/2017)
At the Arts Council in Manchester (11/11/2017)
If I Could Take A Day (02/11/2017)
Haiku Five O' (26/10/2017)
Rumours of a Hurricane (23/10/2017)
Us! (For the New Hanbury Creative Writing Project) (17/09/2017)
Soul Boy (02/09/2017)
The Girl With No Name (14/08/2017)
The Comer Inner (07/08/2017)
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