The Numbers

I went and ate cake with my bestie this weekend, in the place where in approximately three weeks time there'll probably be about ninety seconds at a microphone. They all count, of course, and it is a moment I'm already looking forward to with a measure of anticipation. This is the success to be celebrated. … Continue reading The Numbers

Poetry Archive: Relieved

I have to be careful at present, evangelising how much better my life has become when I'm not in a computer game or losing myself on Social media, because for so many people this is their life. All things in moderation is a good mantra, when all is said and done. Trying to get others … Continue reading Poetry Archive: Relieved

Poetry Archive: Repetition

I wrote this poem in my husband's bus/van hybrid on a cold, grey Saturday afternoon, whilst listening to the afternoon football games. There was hockey going on outside too. It was, more or less, a festival of people scoring goals. That's where it began: one word, one syllable. Build it from there: 1+2+3+4+5+6, except the … Continue reading Poetry Archive: Repetition

EX/WHI :: Part Twenty

Previous Part :: Next Part This should be an uncomfortable, strained evening meal, as had been the case every time Ami had discussed operations that had gone south. Except, of course, these were extraordinary circumstances. Both operatives remain alive and extremely well looked after; representatives of their planet, fact that was only now beginning to … Continue reading EX/WHI :: Part Twenty

Another One Bites the Dust It was coming. There shouldn't be any surprise at all, on reflection, and (quite usefully) this latest piece of news was learnt after I'd done the incredibly mentally draining 'thing' for the day and therefore, it couldn't make anything worse. Nobody wants to be told they're not good enough, especially in the current climate. … Continue reading Another One Bites the Dust

Get Up, Stand Up This was unexpected. Whilst I sit and wait for the ever-increasing pile of rejections to return to my desk, I'll have something genuinely unique and special to look forward to. This Saturday, I'm gonna drag my best mate to Covent Garden in order to scope out the venue (which I think I may have … Continue reading Get Up, Stand Up

Poetry Archive :: Redefinition

This image was chosen for this week's haiku because of the subversive 'FUCK' hidden next to the headphone: my staid, often boring art programme has a bit of naughtiness hidden inside, and I like it. There doesn't need to be a month that defines what we are for the next year. You can change shit … Continue reading Poetry Archive :: Redefinition