Writing

I wrote a lot of micropoetry in the early part of Summer. I shared the poems on Twitter and Facebook, but thought it would be nice to gather them somewhere a bit more permanent. I've organised these five poems according to place. The first three were written in my garden, which is often full of wildlife and inspiring sights.

To Ahenny where slate spills from the land like prehistoric teeth.I bite back, snap with my new camera, angled for scenic views, fail to capture that dead outreach,

I love Christmas shopping.  I start it early and I finish it late.  Don't ask me how this happens.  It's probably down to very...

A cat is a witch's companion of choice.  A cat is also a household pet.  Both identities sit at ease within the animal's elegant...

I'm currently writing a short story which has led me to reflect on writing inspiration. It's a roadtrip adventure with a touch of romance and features an artistic free-spirited heroine and her male best friend, a laidback, wisecracking sidekick.

So that's my best and scariest spider poem and I hate to tell you, it's inspired by a real life creature who lived over the front door of my house. Happily, I'm referring to my old house, not my current residence.

He has a gold smile and a bell at his throat. He guards me as I write. He was a present from Japan – a place I have never been to, never will go to. I am no traveller, yet, I am drawn to delicate portrayals of Japanese life: a bridge, a hut, bright flowers.

To lie on the line between sand and sea will not be enough, will not express my homesick longing for this one shore.

  I've discovered a great antidote to this miserable weather. It's singing a ludicrous song at the top of your voice. An example of how...