2019 Poetry Challenge - Week Ten
2019 Poetry Challenge - Week Eleven


IP - Drive 1

IP - Drive 2

IP -Drive 3


the stench of sun baked seaweed, midday

and rotting fish, three weeks

fills my nostrils 

as I speed through the red light


The above words are an excerpt from Drive, one of my latest poems. 

Quite apt given my recent road trip undertaken on very hot summer days. Luckily for me I hired a car with air conditioning so we didn't cook on the drive like the seaweed in the poem.

Let me know what you think of the poem in the comments below.