Born in Suffolk in 1964, Richard Whiting reads regularly at Poetry Aloud, a Cafe Poet's group based in Bury St Edmunds, meeting @ Benson Blakes, St John's Street on the last Tuesday of every month except December.
A daylight-spanning
squabble-fest for food.
Apples upturned and hollowed,
slightly tipsy, wobbling
...
You don’t need to know
how I ended up in the mire.
That’s another poem.
What I can tell you
...
And so
on the third day of April
they angle in
low over Landguard Point
...
I wish that I enjoyed life
as much as you.
Welcome in,
you thrill-seeking
...