Poetry Archive : Silent

This little diversion into non-rhyming is going very well, thanks very much. Silent This year, alone best choice; direction marked not through light of yonder star. Inns empty, shepherds crooked, drive away Christmas: northwards, following enlightened prophesy. Alone’s not sinful, redemptive festive escape: without tinsel, sparkle, overzealous consumption. Mountains beckon, practical snow, rewarding effort, exploration; … Continue reading Poetry Archive : Silent

Losing my Religion

Music is an undisputed influence in my life. Imagery comes a close second. TV and Film get talked about a lot around these parts, and honestly there's lists for both you can go stare at if all that matters is a rundown. What moves me most, every day, is the beauty of simplicity. Imagery is … Continue reading Losing my Religion

The First Time

Everything you will ever need to know about me exists online. No, really, it does. You'd be surprised just how much personal detail has been exposed via the wonders of the World Wide Web since the 1990's, but to make it easier for you I've put together some notable moments in personal history. The 'Writing as … Continue reading The First Time

Poetry Archive :: Silence

This is an interesting time for my poetry. After a long period of introversion and application, this weekly exercise has become a lot more relaxed and informal than at any point in months and yet is far more honest and reflective. The desire to share my feelings via verse is a lot less traumatic than … Continue reading Poetry Archive :: Silence

Poetry Archive :: Sacred

I would love to write a comic. If any artist out there needs someone to provide words, or would be prepared to illustrate my stuff? I'd so collaborate. For now, I have to dream my futures. Sacred One moment, offered earnestly, unannounced transforms entire existence with a smile. This picture, napkin drawn, instant facsimile of … Continue reading Poetry Archive :: Sacred

Poetry Archive :: Driven

I like this, for lots of reasons. A fraction of my work suffers from the inevitable stresses and strains forced on me due to daily production, but this piece was born pretty much fully formed. It has inevitably been influenced by SciFi Brain which is prevalent in my direction and actions (thanks to NaNoWriMo) but is, … Continue reading Poetry Archive :: Driven

Poetry Archive :: Scared

Sorry it's late. I have a lot on. Scared Running late, phone conversations under-cooked chicken, evenings alone psychological horror stories; my hair straighteners are still switched on. Locking myself out of our house, again forgetting which tablets were taken with lunch; a constant ache I am not enough, inability to keep up with their games. … Continue reading Poetry Archive :: Scared