Two lovers part on bad terms with an agreement to meet in a year to see if they have a future. Both travel to the meeting on the London Underground, but one is delayed without any way of letting the other know.
Failing to arrive in time could be plenty enough to seal their fate. Do they make it and what caused the rift to begin is told in a sequence of poems from the two perspectives.
The poems originally formed the main body of a review for Ian Arkley’s album ‘two’, the music inspiring a poetic narration rooted in my experience of using the Underground before leaving London at the end of the last century; the tracks remain available in this post, also providing the name for each verse. Continue reading
Thoughts in consideration of the unusual ways the feeling of being isolated can make itself felt. 
Suffice to say I bought some sweets the other day. However, while the below might indeed be relatable, the truth is I currently do have a cold; something I’ve been bestowed with since about two weeks before Christmas.
An old acquaintance turned up unannounced. Despite being uninvited, and more so not welcome, they decided to stay. They’ve even gone so far as to continue hanging around regardless of numerous hints and even blunt and to the point statements asking them to go. I can’t wait to see the back of them, so hope this address in a public forum will finally drive the message home!
Very honoured to announce Royal Mail issuing a stamp to commemorate The Bath Party; it, quite appropriately, showing the image on the book’s cover.
Poetry based on true events.
Poems for greedies to relate to: one in North American parlance; the other UK vernacular.
It’s that horrible grey time of year again, and so ditto for my annual grey-skies related poetry treat; for as is said by they: every cloud has a silver lining. 
Home truths aplenty guaranteed!
N. P. Ryan 