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

Year seven, week two

What does M.E. feel like? Like a holiday. No, seriously it does. Like a holiday where you've gone down with the food poisoning the guide book warned you about, and you're bravely/bitterly waving everyone off to climb up a hill or eat some delicious food. I'm clinging on. Physically I wake up feeling a little … Continue reading Year seven, week two

Year three

I'm at the start of my third year of writing "seriously" and my seventh year of having M.E.. I feel less than terrific about both of these things. If I compare to this time last year, when I was merrily writing travel pages, and confidently submitting here, there and everywhere, things feel considerably less buoyant. … Continue reading Year three

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…

The long and the short of it…

The long and the short of it….. I’m on a longlist….for the uninitiated, that means a competition judge (in this case it was the Fish Publishing  Short Story prize) had read my submission, and put in their “read again” pile. It’s not as cool as being able to say “I won” or “I’m on the … Continue reading The long and the short of it…