The Silent Hour

On 8th November 2017

Having returned from a very busy week running a conference in Turkey, I struggled to get back onto UK. I would fall asleep in the early evening, then wake in the early hours of the morning. This poem was written…


The weekend

On 17th October 2017

This poem came out of a challenge to use the mundane activities of life as inspiration. I decided to use an unusual layout to reflect the circular action of physically cleaning a bathroom mirror.     I see myself, with…



On 27th September 2017

While walking in France an elderly lady politely greeted me as we passed on the path. I was struck by the way she infused meaning into such a simple action. This poem came from that chance encounter on a sunny…


Paper never refuses ink

On 15th August 2017

My husband and I toured through Mexico during the summer of 2016. While there we visited a number of Mayan sites. The title of this poem was birthed by a Mayan guide describing the way that history is sealed onto…

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