22nd September 2021

Only Time

For the past two days I have been reflecting on memories and love. Time goes by scaringly fast and memories collect like fallen leaves. Most memories are neutral and are easily swept away. Some are precious and are kept, pressed between the pages of our life story. Other memories we try...

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A Desire to Write

I made a monumental decision the other day. I quit the Creative Writing PhD I have been doing for three years now because I felt tangled-up in academia when I just wanted to write. Such a strong desire to write has been a long time coming. I began writing when I was about seventeen. The...

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Poem

I’m not sure why I wrote this poem. I sat down at my desk this morning with the intention of doing some paperwork. That intention got lost. Maybe I was feeling low and...

Journey

I scribbled this poem down during a walk into the fells. It’s a reflection on love’s journey. (Soppy can be deep too you know). Life is not about achievement; it’s not...

The Berwick Girl

Berwick Street – Soho, 14th July 10:05 am, 1978 Imagine a prison without bars: bars that might prevent a person from falling back into the world through the open...