From a short distance it looked like an installation. Someones forgotten works, from long ago, a hollow frontage, a canvas for some kids to tell a story on. The windows, once openings to gaze through, were filled in, replacements, clumsy and childlike were scrawled over the boards. Some had plants on the windowsill, another had… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #7
Sometimes, I wonder if the universe is watching, cradling my fate like a nurturing mother, looking on with plans beyond my comprehension, holding all the good things that are yet to come, close to her heart, like a winning hand, ready to make up for all the pain. But when I stare up at those… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #6
From the one you throw stones at when I sit on your garden wall. Hi from the street. This is my kingdom. The trash laden back alleys, full of forgotten toys, thrown away by children who got something better last year for Christmas. Once I might have had a home, a vague memory of somewhere,… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #2
*Apologies for the post being a day late* I always find the romantic image of a poet, sat by a tree, freely writing, taking inspiration from the muse, idyllic but...unrealistic. I very very rarely post a poem I have written on this blog or on my Instagram that I haven't mercilessly picked apart, edited, crossing words out,… Continue reading The Process of Drafting Poetry.
Last year, in the early summer after I had completed my dissertation for Uni, I had one last creative writing portfolio to complete. This portfolio ended up taking the form of a collection called 'Documents on The Mysteries of Dark Matter', comprising of experimental poetry that focused on the idea of dark matter, dark energy… Continue reading Back to Black: revisiting dark matter and poetry.
Up on the downs, in amongst the looming grass, your almond eyes watching. The angry, bloodthirsty world at your tail. See through the fog, see through the trees and run. Run. Run. Run. Though your enemies may be in their thousands, little prince of the woodland and the warren; your bones are fearless and everlasting.… Continue reading The Dweller of The Hills and Woodland.
Over summer I submitted a short story to a competition ran by Electric Reads. Electric Reads are a small independant company that helps writers self publish. They provide editing services, book promotion and even book design. Here is their website > http://electricreads.com/ I am very lucky to attend a University (York St John University in the… Continue reading Electric Reads and my first published short story.
Life and work so often gets in the way, of more important things; like blogs. Obviously I'm being sarcastic, however, I do wish I could have had more time recently to update this blog. So, a basic breakdown of what has been going on since I last did an update. This could take a while.… Continue reading I disappeared.
A night like dying sparks, eyes like the shards of gloom caught at the end of a cigarette. If only you could have a friend in this quiet Hell. A way to ride out these fields that lap the infinite strands of sorrow, onto your cheeks. Find an opening into the morning, and map a… Continue reading