Article Author: Joe Pickles

We forget the promise that we once made We forget to remember what fades shall fade We forget what we see to fake discovery We

The Perfect Cat Joe Pickles   Legs like lightning With a mind twice as quick Darting jewels of eyes Never miss a trick   Sleek,

The Weather Warrior Joe Pickles   He stands majestic, towers above all The warrior of weather Relentless and cruel His stormy eye The only centre

  A Temporary Shelter Joe Pickles   The untouched, untainted, rural world That fresh, earthy smell tickling my nostrils, Inviting me   The harsh rasp

A New Day Joe Pickles   The fire engine is already here. The ambulance is on its way. I’m watching the last few strips of

Drip Joe Pickles (Rugby)   Drip. Silent till it hits the bowl Drip. A see-through form from a metal mouth. Drip. Another dash of this

In My Defence Joe Pickles (Rugby)   In my defence, I was particularly hungry that day, though I would have preferred a tastier meal than