Dark poetry
I offer wordsto the dark nightit’s not much but that’s alright. It’s the coinI have to payat the gates of sleepto see another day.
Lockdown diaries: On writing and starting trouble.
For writers, this should be easy, right? Perhaps not ‘easy’, okay it’s the wrong choice of word. It’s never easy when it comes to writing, unless you’re a whiz that … Continue reading
For the love of stories
Let’s talk about storytelling. Not just stories, but about the art of storytelling in itself. The whys, the hows, the how nots and everything in between. All my life, I’ve … Continue reading
The long route home
“Just ten more minutes,” she said, her heart in her eyes, threading her fingers through his as they walked along the soft wet sand. “You said that half an hour … Continue reading
A chance of rain…
Just another cloudy, broody day When the sun’s gone awol And the train’s a grumpy snail With a bunch of sleepy commuters Carrying the burden of the night, Craving coffee, … Continue reading
Conditions apply*
If you love a writer, you run the risk of becoming the story And living on in her poetry Long after the ink has dried And both you and she … Continue reading
Life, with a pinch of salt 