
Over four decades Chris' poems have trapped time as words tumbled onto these pages, captured in the earliest hours of the morning when the noise from the street had faded and the metronomic sound of the clock had dimmed to a background hum. As the pace of change accelerates...

Over four decades Chris' poems have trapped time as words tumbled onto these pages, captured in the earliest hours of the morning when the noise from the street had faded and the metronomic sound of the clock had dimmed to a background hum. As the pace of change accelerates...