They were the best; the best sounds of the day, the best sounds ever.
I don’t like cute-zie/ and I don’t like quaint.
There is a group of men and women/who work hard every day;
Slowly/ the water trickled down the street,
The Trickle is a story about complacency and a loss of innocence.
“I’d just sent my ‘Guilty or not Guilty‘ piece to the Orkney News, when I read ‘Death By Selection’ in Richard Wallace’s book of poetry”
“So you think I could have done better”
My window to the world is small/ But it is mine
“Standing while black/This is my take on it”
You can’t say that/…..Why?/It’s wrong