Poetry Unshackled By Ken Franklin on Friday, March 27, 2020 Why do you hate yourself for doubting him?
Poetry Snowdrops Return By Ken Franklin on Friday, March 6, 2020 In deep, dark earth that only worms do know
Poetry Homeless at Sheffield Station By Ken Franklin on Friday, March 6, 2020 His face unwashed, unshaven too, his ragged coat around his knees
Poetry 17.21 to Sheffield By Ken Franklin on Friday, March 6, 2020 Slicing through the rain-filled night – Past Dronfield, Dore and Totley
Poetry Winnats Pass By Ken Franklin on Tuesday, February 11, 2020 You may not find again – the tracks you left behind . .
