• Probably not the kind of ‘first cycling memory’ prompt-inspired poem you were expecting to find here

    Dad is off to work Not sure where he goes But he gets there by bike So it must be somewhere far And it can’t be very important Or else we’d have a car He puts these things on his ankles They sort of look like bangles Tucks the ends of his trousers inside Before

  • Pressing Play

    Hello! How are you? It’s been a while…. When I wrote ‘Pressing Pause’ last September, I hadn’t intended to pull a disappearing act. I was reprioritising my commitments as I was moving house, so I decided to scale back from the daily posting routine I had built up during my ‘publish everything challenge’ and write

  • Pressing Pause

    It’s been over four months, over 18 weeks, since my Publish Everything Challenge began And since that day, way back in May, a very long distance has been ran I’ve pretty much exhausted my poetry supply, though there are a few still left to be mined And I threw only one memoir piece into the

  • Unbearable

    I could not bear to see your eyes again If they looked with love upon another I could not bear to feel your touch again If you longed for another’s embrace If your voice whispers words of love to another Then these ears will no longer hear If your lips seek another’s kisses Then these

  • Love and War

    Choose love Not war But if you find You must battle Don’t fight against Fight for