A new poem of mine is now live at Ink, Sweat & Tears, which is a literary ezine currently edited by poet and all-round groovy person Helen Ivory. (And Charles Christian, she adds hastily, having looked at the site and thoroughly confused herself over who the editor actually is.)
The poem is called 'Collision', and accordingly involves a head-on collision with a coach.
It was a collision which I survived, obviously, but not unscathed. Ten years on, my wrist, thanks to my impatience with my cast, is still broken. Though I only notice it when asked to carry heavy shopping, or in damp weather.
Of course, when I say 'new poem', I mean never before published. It's been lurking in a To Be Revised file for more than five years.
I always intended to expand it. But I never did.