There’s no I in Teams

Okay so it’s been a little while and I’ve got to admit, I’m not in the best of places.  In fact, right now its midday and I’m still in my dressing gown, wondering when the pharmaceuticals are going to kick in.  Below is a little blog I wrote for my work while everyone struggled to... Continue Reading →

Slate

Damp moss grouts the bed Lonely slate overhead A snap of twigs underfoot Flowers wither where you lay Beating wings chime the day A sigh of grief for your loss Cold tears sign the cost

Dry January

Well now, fancy meeting you here! Fear not, I’m not about to preach the perils of drink, it’s only 5 days into the month and I’m already weeping as I walk past the spirit aisle at Morrisons.  Out of stupidity or solidarity, I agreed to do Dry January to support my sister in her attempts... Continue Reading →

In My Corner

Depression isn’t just an illness, it’s also a mask. It hides behind smiles and laughter just as easily as tears. I’ll never be one to tread the boards or quote the bard, but my mental health, when it’s in decline, does turn me into a performer of sorts; an illusionist. For a long time I... Continue Reading →

There Is No Spoon

Buckle up Dorothy, ‘cos Kansas is going bye bye! Okay, perhaps that’s a tad indulgent and underwhelmingly I’m not about to head a resistance against the suffocating amount of artificial intelligence infiltrating the mainstream (yes I’m talking about you Sira and your Alexa mini-botlings *shakes fist and charges EMP*) nor dodge bullets, rather I wanted... Continue Reading →

The Wolf’s Bed

Torn palms Hollowed chest Dawn halo Shadowed breast   Fern brush Wet fur Silver light Fireflies stir   Aching heart of cobwebs Ragged claws Silt ebbs   Needles spin Silken gauze Earth mouths A human form   Coarse pelt A promise shed As whispers line The wolf's bed

Gossamer

Plump tears fall upon hollowed cheeks as Caroline concedes the contrary nature of living.  That it has taken pulling upon the fine cord of her own mortality for the world to reveal its beauty; a reluctant blushing bride.  Or maybe it is nothing more than a cheap parlor trick, or worse, a desperate plea for... Continue Reading →

Scar Tissue

I was a clumsy kid; some things don’t change.  I’ve lost count of the fractures I accumulated in my early years, but it never bothered me.  At that age you attained almost celebrity status once that magical cast was set over your damaged limb.  Suddenly kids you never knew couldn’t wait to pen their name... Continue Reading →

Mr Sandman

Ironically whenever I play that classic ode to slumber by The Chordettes I can’t help but lay awake reminiscing John Candy’s faultless performance as Uncle Buck as opposed to actually closing my eyes and drifting off to the land of nod. For me sleep is an illusive beast. It never used to be such a... Continue Reading →

Like A Prayer

Looking back, I’ve always had more belief in songs than I have in religion.  I don’t mean that to sound derogatory or offensive, in a lot of ways I envy others of such resolute devotion to their chosen institution.  But for me, I never really got it, to be honest from a young age I... Continue Reading →

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