Trees and unknown normality

I’ve found myself complaining a lot over the last few weeks. It’s not sitting well. Whilst I have bouts of gloom, I’m not generally a complainer. I’m a keeper of gratitude diaries, a giver of personal pep talks, a reluctant Pollyanna. Counting my blessings is second nature – I’m aware it’s not hard – I … Continue reading Trees and unknown normality

A few English haiku about faking bravery on the back of a vespa in Saigon

Exactly what the title says. Hope you enjoy them. If you get to the end there's a short poem about a journey on an ox cart too. Haiku after faking bravery on the back of a Vespa in Saigon My helmet alertsI am tourist, in lettersand mew fear of death. A thousand thousanddrawn to this … Continue reading A few English haiku about faking bravery on the back of a vespa in Saigon

Tigers and knife angels

Images from British Ironwork Centre I did it. I went to the workshop, I participated, wrote two poems and …read them out. I’ve not been in this sort of environment since becoming ill, and I felt incredibly awkward, shy and slightly foolish (what the hell am I doing here?). Three things happened. Firstly, the fellow … Continue reading Tigers and knife angels

I submit…

Lots and lots of submissions sent today, it's a funny mix of happy excitement (they might accept) and nervous negativity (they might not) but the good far outweighs the bad. Having work accepted for publication validates it somehow; it moves beyond just being liked by kind friends, and into something that is valued by people … Continue reading I submit…