‘The Tales: 1-15’ (2016)

The First Tale He paid no mind when his finger tip felt the familiar snag of the chip. The chip, a comforter. Each time his finger felt the rough edge of the chip the memory of his own love, his own soulmate came into his and the time she made the chip… The Second Tale…

A Conversation Amongst The Luna Lilac

Mr Dickens settled into his striped, wooden chair and scratched his ear. Having cleared his ear out, he didn’t appreciate the increased volume of the chirping Circada playing their symphony in the various flower beds in the garden. A noticeably irritated expression grew over his face… The glass chinked as the ring on his finger…

A Conversation Amongst The Starlight White

The unbalanced glass of whiskey rested precariously on the arm of his beloved deck chair, the moon sparkles glimmering on the surface of the glass.. He ran his finger around the edge of the glass, feeling the slightly jagged chip on the rim, the result of a little too much exuberance while washing up… His…

St. Petersburg, Russia (2000)

I visited St Petersburg fourteen years ago (a gasp of realisation at how long its been), whilst I was a European Volunteer in Jyvaskyla, Finland. Given the protocols and procedures needed to get into the country, it can be seen as a once in a lifetime experience…reading this took me back to not only the…

‘Journey To The Line’ (2014)

(To appreciate this poem I would like you to listen to this piece of music whilst you read it https://youtu.be/TG9-j3eevL4) Autumn The early morning damp fills my nose I step out and close the creaky door Behind me sleeps my beloved wife Our adorable, precious children Behind me now sleeps my life Returned Altered but…