Don (who called a recorder made in Japan an "Engrish frute" and a famous Aboriginal instrument a "didgeridon't" before also falsely calling me - who has only questioned the act of immigration itself - "bigotted" and "racist", and also just tried falsely putting words in my mouth), the above link leads to a list of other publications in which my poems have been printed - which, if you wish, you can get to via the link below.

IB: because I've committed my repertoire of chants, songs, and hymns (use same link) to memory, I try to get through them once a week; but, with my poems, I take my paperback on stage and read them - thus, I only go through them once a year.

And to crude Catspaw - it's you, NOT I, who has used terms such as "whiteboy".

THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.

(Also on my myspace playlist so, if you'd like to hear it read, again use below link.)

Poem 187 of 230: A SOUTH SHIELDS WALKABOUT - AUTUMN 2001

Out of the museum-and-gallery
(Wiser on Cookson and the local way),
Down Ocean Road with, to the right of me,
Its eateries and, left, neat places to stay;
Before, on either side, Marine Parks -
The southern-one a most beautiful place,
Teeming with moorhens, swans, grebes and mallards
In a small lake at a scenic-hill's base.

Then (holding chips from the parade's cafe
And, thus, a flock of gulls squawking above)
Onto the South Pier I made my way:
Seeing seaweed over rocks - like a glove -
And high-and-dry sands held from transgression
By growth of grass and the weaving of wood,
Plus, in the dim light of a sleepy sun,
Fishing boats returning to Tynemouth's hood.

From walkaboutsverse.741.com