We’re going through a difficult time at the moment - I won’t go into it but suffice is to say one outcome could be pretty crap. A deep fault of mine is that I allow worry to wrap itself round my heart and squeeze ever so painfully. So much so I find it hard to … Continue reading Thriving?
I don't normally read the gossip columns, or at least, i don't normally admit to reading them; but i was moved to post this on my Facebook today: Was there a woman who saw those awful pictures of Nigella Lawson who didn't think "If he does this in public what does he do behind closed … Continue reading Bullies, cowards and empty cupcake sleeves
There are places in Central London that will always take my breath away. Here will always be one of my favourites.
Cars and buses, feet on wet pavement, Swoosh, tap, pace, and rap. And you, oblivious to time, you lament At dark windows, docking your cap. Dapper old man in your battered suit, Aiming your lighter toward your fag, A story set in your own head, you salute All that is familiar to you; a sad, … Continue reading Poem: The Old Man
I’ve been following the news story on the shootings in Annecy, in the French Alps. I picture the four year old who was found 8 hours later, cowering under the bodies of her parents and think, what sort of human being would do that? Zeena has inspired me to start a short story… My ears … Continue reading The Only One
Trapped in my bracelet. The hazard of one. Struggle to put on, Hassle to get off. I need a firm hand, To caress my wrist, And assist, In the removal Of this bracelet.
I’m a bit crap at resolutions, me I try to find the fusion you see Between easy, with something impressive That will raise an eyebrow, or two I try to allude to tenacity But in the end my resolve to be - good melts, like the ice in a baileys dream. Or, disappears – like … Continue reading Poem: I’m Crap at Resolutions
I'll allow the tv to collect dust; Fame, drama, lust and celebrity; White noise, no poise just Do not bring you nearer to me. I'm putting a curb on my tongue; Lies, gossip, fake intimacy Dark fun - all leave hearts stung and, does not bring you nearer to me. I’ll stick to these resolutions. … Continue reading Poem: The Resolution
I blame laughter and Sauvignon Blanc; Friday night, an inept DJ. I wonder how you read my misspelled words. Did they whisper or shout at 2am? Mute in the light; grey and painful, Each idiom deciphered, pored over. Now expectancy fills the space in my chest, Heavy and humid like my damp flat. Present residue, … Continue reading Don’t Text When You’re Drunk