We all want to be the stone that makes the ripples go out, running into other people’s lives, we all want to be written in the recording angel's clay tablets, if we are just dust and water, mud wrapped around bones, then why is our voice so strong?

The need to be heard?

We want repetition because we live on a revolving world and  the brave remember each day is different to the one before, we have not been here before, the calender date, the sun, our new breaths.   

Thank you to friends and strangers who have encouraged me, spoken to me at live events and left messages here.

Sometimes with Drew Milloy, sometimes alone, but always Ugly Dog Poetry.