A poem inspired by particle physics.

A touch can move a pencil from a desk and a hand from a rest. A touch can burn, cool and chill. A touch can move the hundreds of hairs, on your head, and a touch can knock 20 dominoes down, dead. You move your hand and the world shifts. Touch can build Cathedrals, cities,… Continue reading A poem inspired by particle physics.


Today in a creative writing workshop we were asked to write a poem about one of our names, where it came from, what it means…

I chose my middle name, which is Eilish, Irish for Elizabeth. Here is the poem. Far away from green lands, with hunched hills and frozen waterfalls, over the short stretch of sea, between this place and that. Travelling through the day, to English soil and flat grounds. Where the green lands are grey and the… Continue reading Today in a creative writing workshop we were asked to write a poem about one of our names, where it came from, what it means…

Favourite Poems, No.2 – John Keats’ ‘Ode to a Nightingale’

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains          My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains          One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,          But being too happy in thine happiness,—                 That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees… Continue reading Favourite Poems, No.2 – John Keats’ ‘Ode to a Nightingale’

Favourite Poems, No.1 – William Blake ‘A Poison Tree’.

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both… Continue reading Favourite Poems, No.1 – William Blake ‘A Poison Tree’.

Sisters (a poem for World Poetry Day)

Sisters, sisters with secrets in their eyes. Sisters with hands sewn together, sitting on a branch 3 years ago and blindfolding their heads another 2. They come from a hollow with dirty feet and scratched arms. The mist of spring mornings, caught like marbles in their hair. 2 bodies, under a bed, sheltering from the… Continue reading Sisters (a poem for World Poetry Day)

Good morning/afternoon all

Well, yesterday was quite productive, I have managed to add 3 new parts to my novella, but they're more like fillers making the story a little more realistic and giving a little bit more of a context to Graham and Alice's setting, towards the beginning of the novella. I had decided to do this after… Continue reading Good morning/afternoon all

Inspiration Challenge: Light.

Light, the absence of it and representations of it feature heavily in a lot of my writing. It's quite an abstract topic really, the idea of light and dark, and the way in which it 'inspires' me is most definitely quite abstract and a little strange, but I will try and put it into a… Continue reading Inspiration Challenge: Light.

Inspiration Challenge: Rap Music.

This may seem a little odd but, really good rap lyrics are so poetic, to me they're just like poetic social commentaries and really good rap lyricists should, in my opinion be more recognized by literature, poetry loving peoples. One of my favourite's from more recent times is Plan B aka Ben Drew, this man… Continue reading Inspiration Challenge: Rap Music.