In 2015, I started making chapbooks from my blog posts and my own private writing nights. Only chapbooks of poetry back then. As you can see from this photo taken of some of them, they were numerous, some better than others, and some have been reworked by now.
On this photo, What the woods tell if we listen is missing and was written for the 50th birthday of my mate. It is short poetry that tells tales from , literally, the woods and its animals, in poems. Very simple language. Along with If the Sun swallows me, Blood samples and Luck is a puck on the back of a duck these chapbooks will soon be made available in format on The Poetry Dervish.