Gecko
his shape blurs
inward without light.
His toes stick to surfaces,
spread out in a print,
his body but a shadow
as he swerves.
Light glows around
his green symmetry.
Pages
- Welcome
- Tirips Shade: Ghost Detective
- Cat City (Kiwi Series)
- I Dream of Zombies (series)
- My 10 poetry books
- 3 Heads & a Tail
- The Sea Inside
- Day of the Living Pizza (series)
- Stand Together: charity book for Ukraine
- Songs with Billy Johnstone
- YouTube readings: Poem of the Day
- Listen to a story...
- Kiwi Series reviews
- My interviews & guest posts
- Book reviews
- Press / About Me
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