This is a recording of me reading one of my recent poems…
Coffee Cup
Category: Audio Poems
A Week into September
the sad rain fell, softly through warm air, on my own little hell…
Swarm
I’ve got a head like a swarm of bees in the morning…
What I Think I Thought
leaking lager under awnings, ghosts who haunt the leaden mornings…
An Exile
Ben Preston 