I have been writing since I was a child, for me back then the only thing better than writing was to read. I continued that escape as an adult, took Creative Writing at university, joined writing groups to hone my abilities, wrote for pleasure and for business.
Now I write for me.
drop everything
I feel like I am trudging along, holding all these important things in my arms
Simple Pleasures
simple pleasures of sitting on a river bank with friends, dangling toes in the water
First attempt triolet
This came from reading my Mslexia earlier today and my mind being intrigued by triolets which is a poem set out as follows
Isolation, continued
Tomorrow is June 1st 2020. Tomorrow marks eleven weeks since I went into work. Tomorrow, according to the government, we can ease lockdown.
It’s too soon.
Ritual of Vinyl
I have just bought my first vinyl album in many years, I had forgotten what a ceremony it could be to listen to music.
Isolation: week one
Reminder – isolation does not have to mean isolated.
It’s a week since isolation started, well, “social distancing”. Not been a full week as went to work on Monday, in fact last weekend I still thought the events etc planned for this week would be going ahead.
Falling through water
Currents gently, insistently tugging me further downwards to the cavernous gloom where I cannot see or feel.
My word for 2020
explore: travel through an unfamiliar area in order to learn more about it
I’ve changed my mind …
On Saturday, while cutting up a potato I experienced a squirming, wrenching, very agonising pain in my upper back to the left of my spine and just under the shoulder blade (a sure sign I should have a chef or eat take-outs!).
Leaving Dreams Behind
leaving dreams behind
How I Disappeared
Kevin Bacon on the TV screen, slowly removing the white bandages unveiling the void beneath… “Can we talk?”
Beyond the Horizon
So many changes in the last few years, finally looking beyond the horizon to my next adventures.
