My grand daughter's tooth came out and instead of money she asked the tooth fairy for a new tooth made out of gold!

A man leaves behind the city to live his life in solitary contemplation of the wilderness.

A childhood memory.

A poem for my daughter Kirsten at uni in Cardiff.

A poem about regeneration and freedom.

A cold winter night and the darkness creeps closer.

My grandchildren in the autumn woods of Wales.

The birth of my Daughter .