In March 2020, amidst lockdowns, Brexit and political chaos, Terry Ward posted six poems to his Facebook page. Six became nine became thirteen and by the weekend he had delighted his friends and family with a collection of twenty-one poems.

Over the next three years, through curfews, war, strikes and petrol queues, he continued to write about the world in his distinct Brummie honesty, proving it, there is always rhythm to be found in even the most turbulent of times.

This is the world as Terry saw it.

Terry Ward, 1959-2023