Letters

I met a lass called Tibby, She bought bottles of fizzy; She drank them down, With one large frown And toppled over dizzy. And by...

Last evening I was caught in a fix of melancholy, people had left, the Prince of the chateau for London, as well as a girl who had caught...

The following is taken from the book I have been writing, from the third instalment, which I also submitted to a competition earlier this...

Weep a tear, oh sorrowing soul, Pray a psalm upon the toll. Tomorrow in ashes we will see Brothers, sisters, in arms retrieve The...

Often people are surprised when they discover I haven’t created a blog, because surely a young man desirous to write books ought to have...