Poetry – Elder Cry

I am tired My eyelids heavy My lips are raw My fingers crack.   I have gills Not lungs inside me Breath far stretched Held for sea salt.   I feel my bones Under this cotton Layers weighted In baby pink.   I had tall wings Now cut and taped down Itch paper skin Feathers... Continue Reading →

Poetry – Still

If I breathe everything will break. I capture the moment through half closed lashes. The grass, neat as plastic, trimmed by endless sheep. The azure ozone dusted with clouds topped by a golden globe. A flotilla of geese wafts across the sunglass tinted water. Green spires stretch higher and higher till my eyes go numb.... Continue Reading →

A Nightmare to Remember

We've been away for a few days in the wilds of Dartmoor, an area thick with inspiring scenery and mythology. ¬†Our home away from home was an manor house turned hotel, complete with roaring fires, wood panelling, a cosy library - and possibly a ghost or two. I'm not sure if it was the hotel... Continue Reading →

Find Inspiration in your Dreams

I dream a lot. Let me re-phrase that - I remember a lot of my dreams. Real, asleep type dreams, not inspiring-song-lyric type dreams. A dream can easily involve a group of teenagers, a murderous teacher, a giant mountain-dwelling monster and a secret order of monks. They're pretty hectic. Unfortunately, all the running around, fighting,... Continue Reading →

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