Discoveries I discover pieces over myself all over the place and time is taken to find all the words to explain it all. Those words are mine however for my understanding. I would be something non-existent if I must. Words are feelings to me but may not be to you but that’s okay. We’re okay…. [Read More]
Flash Fiction: Beach Pitstop
It’s been a little while since I wrote some fiction and any Kara and Etta stuff. So here is a little bit to get me going. “Do all beaches look like this?” They’d been travelling for a while now, through what was left of Europe and Kara was pretty sure they were in Germany, but… [Read More]
Poet Vs Writer
I’ve been watching an argument (debate does not cover it) in a writing facebook group I’m a member of about why poets call themselves writers. At first, I found this really insulting. While I don’t think the original poster meant to insult any poets in the group, he didn’t do himself any favours by digging… [Read More]
Poem: Summer Soundtrack
I remember a good summer bright with promise, crushes and sex, my memory nebulous a floating soundtrack to the sun. If only I could remember more. Not every winter was barren, not every summer bright, it’s on the edge of something wonderful an awakening of senses delightful and distressing all at once. I dig through… [Read More]
Poem: Pluck
I haven’t quite decided what they tell me is true pluck away one by one and leave me hanging by my bones my soul scoured clean and raw by every touch. Probably should’ve listened but here I am all the same We are here all the same put off for too long the burn is… [Read More]
From The Edge Of Nowhere – A New Poetry Collection
From The Edge Of Nowhere (and back again) is a collection of poetry about Wales, England and travelling between the two – something I’ve done a lot of over the years. It’s my third poetry collection – you can find out about the first two here. It’s available in ebook version and paperback, at Smashwords… [Read More]
Poem: Aniseed Dreams
Sometimes all we have are dreams like aniseed a strange moment we can’t quite identify. Or enjoy. I breathe in stale air sleep on sheets rucked up beneath me wake to lines imprinted on slack skin. I twist into them sweet and bitter dreams that go together better than I sleep. These are long nights…. [Read More]
The Stolen Notebook
I love a good notebook. I’m a huge fan of stationery in general. Pens, paper, notebooks. Little stickers. I’m crazy about stationary and have been for a long time. Maybe it’s a writer thing. Maybe it’s just cause I’m a little nuts. Who knows? Everyone has their quirks. I’ve always had notebooks, writing little notes… [Read More]
Poem: New Year Rain
I fell asleep in the new year to new rain, heavy and haunting as if it knew what was coming – what had come before. the One year can be no better or worse than another and death still comes in with the tide that the sunrise washes over again and again. When the rain… [Read More]
Poem: Blank Look
Blank looks are reminders that you’ve forgotten again. Start again. We drank tea late at night telling me stories that you’ve forgotten now. I remember. Mum died of cancer. Dad was a postman. You are a forgotten hero but only forgotten by yourself. Start again. They didn’t understand, we did. You don’t understand. Neither do… [Read More]
