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
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
One of the most curious things about my anxiety disorder is the way it alters when things are really bad. My limited science brain thinks it must be adrenaline taking over – perhaps protecting me from really feeling the intensity of panic. That’s not to say I’m not afraid. I am, like we all are. … Continue reading Safety
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
One of my prompts for “Approaching your writing with a beginner’s mind” was to imagine an alien describing earth. Perfect timing – I've had two outings this week, (I only left the house once in the whole of January) and I always feel like a detached observer, especially when it's been so long since I've … Continue reading Stepping out
My fourth visit as poet in residence for Secret Severn art trail was to The Strolling Stitcher. We talked about swans, safety pins and the magic of breathing life into old objects.
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…
A new poem and a new outlook