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 […] Read More
Category: Writing
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. […] Read More
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 […] Read More
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 […] Read More
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 […] Read More
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 […] Read More
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 […] Read More
I fell asleep in the new year to new rain, heavy and haunting as if it knew what was coming – what had come before. […] Read More
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. […] Read More
Not The Man You See Legs reddy brown from April sun April wind, and tangles of matted hair, he waits fr a train to somewhere […] Read More