Yesterday I took a trip to Winchester Poetry Festival. It is on for the weekend, but I could only go for one day. I was interested to see how it was run and, of course, hear some new poets. In the afternoon, I went to the student slam which was sixth form students from local […]
Breakfast silence; she swept up her tears with the breadcrumbs and traced his name in the dust. #heartsoup
It’s been a while since I have blogged on here and (it feels) even longer since I have written anything of any calibre. I could blame not enough time: I have three kids and a job to maintain on top of all the work I have been doing for Paper Swans. I could blame not […]
Condensation cleared by a truthful finger. All is revealed, all is exposed. Droplets fall as tears.
I was an echo, a promise, a heart scratched on bark.
He poured his past into a tumbler. Full of sorrow he drank it down, wiped his mouth on his sleeve and belched out his future. #HeartSoup
Thick red oozes purposefully from wounds of too much blue. #HeartSoup
Last week I travelled north on the train to Edinburgh and spent Saturday lunch with some lovely friends who, thus far, I had only met online and via google hangouts for Open Mic nights. There are a lot of people I know who are striving to be a novelist, but not so many poets and […]
It’s been a busy few weeks and my writing time seems to be bearing the brunt. These things happen and I usually enjoy writing late at night when the house is asleep and it’s just me, my macbook and a glass of wine. However, hectic days lead to tired eyes and my bed has called […]
It has been one of those weeks where I’m not sure where the time has gone. Is it really Friday again so soon? I don’t seem to have had any ‘quality time’ to sit and write this week and have, instead, tapped out a few poems and lines in between cooking supper and marking books. […]