Christopher Shevlin

These are little flights of fancy or observations that you can read quickly and then forget all about. The shortest are like little biscuits, while even the largest is no bigger than a flapjack.

This is where I'll put anything short that doesn't fit in any other category.

Here are some poems. Oddly enough, I have just noticed that two of them make reference to the Mongols, who, under Ghengis Khan, swept through Europe and Asia in the thirteenth century. This is entirely coincidental: one’s about depression while the other’s about watching two goats in the goat enclosure at Clissold Park.