Acorns · written to be passed on
An oak doesn't keep its acorns.
Welcome. I write poems, meditations, tributes and stories, usually for someone I love, and they have a habit of travelling.
This is the place I have made for them to land. Read whatever meets you where you are, and pass it on.
Recently planted
Where to wander
Choose a shelf, or just open one
01
Poems
Short, plain, and meant to be said aloud.
Arriving soon
02
Meditations
To read slowly, or to listen to. Settle first.
1 piece
03
Tributes
Ordinary people whose lives made a quiet, good difference.
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04
Colwall Greats
Neighbours worth remembering, first published in The Colwall Clock.
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05
Stories for Children
Bedtime-sized, and best read to someone small.
1 piece
Why the acorn
Nobody plans a wood
The acorns the jays and squirrels forget become the next oaks.
These pieces travel the same way. Written for a friend, passed to someone else, and ending up in places I will never see. If something here meets you where you are, pass it on.