I met him on the road to everywhere. Windows down, the summer kissed air tumbled around me. Cat's eyes stretched away ahead into the unseen distance - an invitation of infinite possibility. He stood half in shadow at the edge of the empty tarmac. Solitary in the twilight. I stopped and asked him where he [...]
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Wild & Improbable Tales – Diminished
The old gods are not dead. You might see them, strolling amongst us. No longer robed in power but clad in fraying knitwear and scuffed shoes. They make their homes in unlikely places - the wreck at the end of the pier, the lean-to behind the power substation on a run down estate. Nothing grand [...]
Syncopation
So much to say But neither the words or the wherewithal To speak A mind, brewing with bundles of Half-formed ideas, Too preoccupied with the Big things of a little life To dot the i and cross the Tea, standing stone cold next to a Half-filled notebook, Dusty dreams lying in wait For a hand [...]
Indie Author Life: One Year On
It has been a whole year today since I first sent my little book out into the world. When I published, Thrive, I did it for myself, with very few expectations in the way of sales, reviews or reach. It is a small book with a small readership written with the simple hope that it [...]
Unacceptable – A Poem, An Origin Story, and Thoughts on the Things We’re Not Supposed to Feel
We spend so much of ourselvesTrying not toFeel. Even when we are marked for emotionIt has to beControlled. We can only feelCertain thingsAt certain timesIn certain placesFor certain reasons.And anything that falls outside that tinyImpossibleBox, is completelyUnacceptable. Sometimes I don’t know ifI’m angryAt myself or the world, butI’m angryNonetheless. I would call on the power [...]
Unmaking
I tried to write a poemAbout my unmakingBut I do not have wordsFor the pain of finally seeing myself - so much less than I thoughtOr the hope of realising what I could be - so much more than I am.May I never forgetOr shy away from this labour ofLove.Unravelling. Undoing. Unlearning. Unbecoming.
[Im]Perfect
What is this illusion of perfect beautyThat we cling to with such desperation?Why is it that what we areIs deemed less than the imaginings of what we'Should' be?The joy in my smile is not diminishedBy teeth which don't lie straight.Nor do the blemishes that scatter my skinLike fallen constellationsLessen the softness of its touch,Or its [...]
Indie Author Life: Getting The Word Out
Dear readers, I still can not describe to you the joy of knowing my work is out in the world. The thrill I get when I see the little book I put so much of myself into in the hands of others. It is a dream come true and I am so grateful for all [...]
Wild & Improbable Tales – Drifting
We had been floating for days. The mainland long out of sight. With no power and scant amounts of food, people were starting to get desperate. We still didn't understand what had happened, why this little bit of land had just broken off and floated away. Pulled on an invisible current too...where? We still had [...]
What Would I Do Without You?
SometimesThe world seems to spin off its axisCrazy, out of controlAnd I can't get a handle on it,I don't know how to dealWith the resulting riptideOr the rising tsunamiWhich threatens to overwhelmEverything. I feel so small. And I call out,I reach and cry for youPull you close like a shieldTight like a blanketAnd trustThat - [...]