Authorz: Keith Trim

In the garden, an old man sits head bowed over a book. And the breeze softly turns the page. His eyes that no longer heed…

The cutting winds of nascent March bend the trees in gleeful rage stripping buds and breaking boughs to build its hard and bitter stage. On…

I search the world for your eyes and find it bare There is nothing in it that can match the light that shines for all…

Standing on the shaking edge the jumper gazes at the beckoning plunge tilted on indecision with racing heart he gropes forlornly to the hope and…

When she turned her gaze upon me, I was a mote of dust caught in a beam of sunlight. I was huge and beautiful and…

How many puppies have you kicked? How many times have you turned away from those who asked your friendship your succour your help? How often…

Grimly the silent crowd paces the familiar path their faces fixed on some imagined horizon they flow like water around bins and blockages and around…

Taking our place in the rainbow world our wandering concern will fall on love and with shaking hands we survey the prize we hope that…