My Windows are Intact

I don’t want your kisses

Send them to those in need.

Today I have no problems

Because I’m free to walk.

coffee

black vein-filler i choose to sit in and sip gentle wait for that caffeine to deliver a speed-shot mental booster ideas run hot over my computer

Compatibility Rating

Blue flame burner + Low income earner = 0

Poetry in A Thin Slice of Anxiety

I’m really pleased to say I’ve had my poem, Dig In, published over at A Slice of Anxiety. I hadn’t heard of this journal before, but the title and the ethic sounded like a good fit for the theme and it seemed the editor was in agreement. Funnily enough, I learned the same day that […]

First Light

All hail the first light, dedicated to those who survived the night. Like the woman who lays there bleeding, hope receding, doctors lay their verdict down gently, but either way it’s a sentence, like the one with the prevalent thoughts that overpower the everyday, internal power struggle to keep unseen forces at bay, or the […]

Painted Lines

I’m really proud to be in this month’s Visual Verse. I wrote this poem in response to the image, but also to the conflict in Palestine and Israel that was happening at the time (and still is). For me, there seemed to be a connection between the two and I was really pleased to be […]

Full Beam Dream

Lend me a vision to climb on Shout me some news to drink Stake a claim to a future that’s in clear sight Full beam ‘Cos the roads are more overgrown than ever in this enduring night.

Letter to the Editor

Yesterday was the funeral of my brother’s wife who passed away last month. Her death was especially tragic as she had struggled to find her place in the world and was finally beginning to build a life here in the UK. I wrote this poem in her memory and in the hope that it gives […]

A Thank You

I’d just like to say thank you to all the people who have visited my site recently. It’s been a tough couple of months for a number of reasons and every like and follow means a lot and encourages me to keep going. I’m busy working on a non-fiction submission about Dartmoor and have some […]

Brutal Winds

There is no rhyme or reason, life is changeable like the seasons. For we are all just stalks, swaying helplessly in the breeze, the wind our brutal master.