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

Walking and writing – it’s not all poetry

One of the cool aspects of this latest course is that it allows me to play with other writerly skills as well as poetry. One of my prompts this week was to write a short script inspired by the Grand Hotel in Scarborough. It’s an imposing building, with an interesting past including being bombed in … Continue reading Walking and writing – it’s not all poetry

Managed May and the Ballad of the Bees

Just when I think I’m adapting to lockdown, another wave of grief rears up. I got very teary about not seeing my Mom and Dad, and May was packed full with gigs, family stuff, birthdays and general merriment. In hindsight perhaps a little too packed, and a bit of me is relieved to have the … Continue reading Managed May and the Ballad of the Bees

New poems, new short story and a bunch of thoughts

An early prompt on Staying in and writing it out was to create a piece of dystopian flash fiction. I have a reputation for being slightly contrary, and found myself writing a sort of dystopian rom com called Bread and Roses instead. Have a read and, if you fancy, leave some comments about it, (or … Continue reading New poems, new short story and a bunch of thoughts

On being an amateur

Amateur comes from the Latin amator ‘lover’, from amare ‘to love’ – one who does something for love. The modern definition is less wonderful, describing an amateur as a person who is incompetent or inept at a particular activity. Curious how it is no longer enough to do something just because you love to do it. The response I … Continue reading On being an amateur

Writing is happening (thank goodness)

Self imposed isolation for almost a month (I’m not on an official list but getting a simple cold puts me out of action for weeks, so I’m taking no chances for fear of relapse). My brain has thought of nothing beyond how terrified I am for everyone and being utterly obsessed with making sure everyone … Continue reading Writing is happening (thank goodness)