After many years, pent up in boxes, slipped between the folds of other peoples' lives and 'shut up in fusty closets', I've decided to live a little - to give my poetry a global airing.

I haven't got a clue if it, or me for that matter, can stand the scrutiny. Sure, there's bound to be grammatical error. Sure it ain't Byron or Shelley - heaven's above, some of it even rhymes when it's not supposed to! But I must have written it for some god-forsaken reason  - that's not to say I remember what it was!

I guess the proof is in the pudding, so dive right in and get yourself a big dollop of my dreams!

Mark L Steenson

Caution: may contain nuts.