I fell into silence; allowed it to devour me. Told myself it was better to shed the complexity of language. But, the beauty of a D minor chord slipped through my defences, begging for a companion, pleading for a lyric….
Be in the moment. Even on the grey rainy days Because a knock may come on the door of your life An opportunity. A moment of change. Sometimes loud. Sometimes as quiet as the beat of your heart. Live a…
There it is again. The demand that I think outside the box. Like that idea hadn’t occurred to me independently. Instead I needed you to point to the box and shout look there it is. Do you really think my…
I wrote this sonnet in response to a writing challenge, and drew inspiration from a favourite song by Seal: Kiss from a rose. Does it resonate with you in any way? My love, I dream in coloured metaphors Standing so…
Pleased to announce that the paperback version of this anthology of poems is now available on Amazon. Buy now on Amazon UK. Buy now on Amazon US. It is also available on Kindle and also Kindle Unlimited. Do please buy,…
I finally took the plunge and gathered together a number of my poems into an anthology called Seats in the Rain. This collection focuses on identity, community and how we interact with the world around us. I hope some will…
As we enter into 2020 and welcome a new decade, I found myself pondering, somewhat randomly, an often-used poetic artform: proverbs. Many proverbs are so familiar in the English language we probably use them without any thought as to what…
I’m thrilled to announce that I’m included amongst the writers who contributed to this anthology of poetry and prose fiction about the big and small gifts of life. Here is the description from Amazon: Inside you will find poems, pictures…
When challenged to write a poem on the colour red I recalled a letter box I’d seen embedded in the wall of an old post house in Scotland. I’ve taken liberties with the location to create a rhyme. Hopefully I…
I am often inspired by everyday things. This poem speaks of the everyday of my childhood, andthe power of fragrance to carry us back in time. My Father’s workshop Blade slices plank Metal cuts wood Violent yet creative A soft…