Poetry Corner Wk 2: Touched
Drunken orgies miss the mark The inner pod still empty, loosened, dark Making up for lost time, I wonder Back to my origins, healing, lack. Deftness hearkens back to […]
Drunken orgies miss the mark The inner pod still empty, loosened, dark Making up for lost time, I wonder Back to my origins, healing, lack. Deftness hearkens back to […]
‘You cant make an omelette without breaking some eggs.’ Isn’t that how the saying goes? Something is brewing and some ‘omelette’ is being made. Not just in me, but […]
Over the coming weeks, I will be posting one of my new poems every week for the next 6 weeks. Stop by then and have a read. Fresh from […]
Sitting here in the back garden of a hospitable home on this balmly summer’s evening in the north coast, I am dog sitting for a couple of weeks, amidst writing, […]
ONE year ago last week, I posted on social media (stupidly, might I add) about having been accepted to study Mental Health Nursing at one of the UK’s top institutions […]