Author: Roger Mcgough

‘The trouble with snowmen,’ Said my father one year ‘They are no sooner made Than they just disappear. I’ll build […]

A millionbillionwillion miles from home Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?) Why are they all so big, […]

Let me die a youngman’s death Not a clean and inbetween The sheets holywater death Not a famous-last-words Peaceful out […]

I explain quietly. You Hear me shouting. You Try a new tack. I Feel old wounds reopen. You see both […]