poetry
Siren
I feel myself sinking out of my depth into the deep to dream, to sleep to gently weep and never reap all the seeds I’ve sown The siren is calling I cannot resist her freezing lair ice eyes, white hair Read more…
I feel myself sinking out of my depth into the deep to dream, to sleep to gently weep and never reap all the seeds I’ve sown The siren is calling I cannot resist her freezing lair ice eyes, white hair Read more…
When I was a lad we had a Bedlington Terrier called Bob. He was a bit of a chancer was Bob. Although he was pedigree—his official name being Robert Charlton of Chatsworth—he was more Del Boy than to the manor Read more…
Much has been said about the benefits of walking. There can be no doubt it is good for both physical and mental health but for a writer those are additional benefits. For walking does so much more. It stimulates and Read more…
Softly glow the garden lightsas night begins to fallblackbirds rush to hunker downwith one last cheerful calla bat dances through the airblind yet full of gracethe moon casts an eerie glowon its lonely trip through spaceI close my eyes and Read more…
It seems a lot of writers have trouble coming up with names for their characters. Thankfully, I’ve never had any trouble doing that—it’s the story itself that gives me sleepless nights. Telling you that names just pop up in my Read more…
Many people find writing poems and lyrics difficult. So here’s my tip—keyword brainstorming.Say you wanted to write a song about being dumped via a text message. Identify the keywords—in this case “text” and “dumped”. Then for each one make a Read more…
A forest is a factoryrecycling polluted airproducing tons of oxygenwhether or not we care A forest is a networka web beneath our feetsharing informationkeeping it discrete A forest is a harvestfuel, paper, woodclean and sustainableto make us feel good A Read more…
The Planet Baggers, is now FREE on Kindle Store for a few days. Grab it while you can. If you are a fan of Douglas Adams or liked Red Dwarf then it could be right up your street! Or not. Read more…
I love going for walks at dusk. A time when Day has lost interest and Night is still getting ready, going over her lines. Your eyes begin to play tricks and you see otherworldly shapes in the shadowy twilight. Blackbirds Read more…
I’d like to share a little secret with you. Except it’s not really a secret, it’s something you’ll have heard many times. It’s just a seemingly glib little 5-word phrase: “Everything happens for a reason”. No doubt someone has uttered Read more…