No, I don’t mind making the sandwiches for the picnic—it’s strangely satisfying to slice the cheddar for your Ploughman’s using the same knife … More
Monday super sad again today, choosing names for children that I’ll never have. Tuesday thinking about that time we took … More
Well he asked me what I was passionate about and I said writing, I’m a writer, and he asked me … More
Sometimes, when consciousness was simply too painful for our sensitive souls, we would consume enough vodka, valium and zopiclone to … More
We live in peculiar times: we start a new ashtray in a plastic yoghurt pot instead of emptying the big … More
I’m delighted that poem #2 ‘Bones’ from my WIP (my second full-length prosetry collection Anatomy of a Disordered Personality) has … More
Heart(less) was written in response to the prompt ‘illusion.’ Originally published at Free Verse Revolution here.