‘To Write’

To Write: Hemingway once said that to write Is to bleed out Onto the paper – The ink in some metamorphosis Into hot blood Flowing out of the nib. Red dashed And splashed Across the white Like some kind of massacre. But writing isn’t brutal. There are no armies and the Weapons are not alwaysContinue reading “‘To Write’”

‘The Potters Furnace’

The Potters Furnace 1 We all hope, in our lives, For things – big or small- For miracles and dreams to come true. We wish on shooting stars That dash across the vast, dark sky. We pray to Gods we may never know For things we cannot control. We look to the universe for signs,Continue reading “‘The Potters Furnace’”

20th November 2019: A moment

Walking distracted towards my destination. A to B. When, stopping me in my tracks, I hear the bellowing bells in the brick orange tower clang raucously together: ding. ding. ding. The transcendent, abiding sound of metal against metal, that has signalled many a moment. Contrary in variety. I look up at the origin of theContinue reading “20th November 2019: A moment”

The Moon #2

The Moon #2 We can only see What the light shows us.   A slither you now are To our eyes; A small piece of the puzzle, A slice of the cake. Not the full picture Nor the whole sponge.   A slither of light arched Into a darkening void Back bent, fading From ourContinue reading “The Moon #2”


In these times of rapid change, uncertainty and unprecedented crises people have united and divided. Today, in England, shops will begin reopening again and with them a moment in time comes to a close. With this in mind, I have been releasing a poem a day, each one my responses to the times as theyContinue reading “POETRY COLLECTION: The Window #2”