Pandora’s Box

I love my box of writing tools, Filled with things that fire my my mind More precious to me than fine jewels Much more refined.   Inside are loving gifts held dear Talismans of  lust, desire Whispering to my pen’s ear Spark to my fire.   All the senses are contained, Plus something else ethereal … More Pandora’s Box

Smoke Signal

It was the best part of a very shitty day. Sitting on the decking, Fin listened to the starlings and savoured his cigarette. The last of the colours were leaching out of the sky, and a bat skittered overhead. He revelled in the quietness. Replaying the argument in his head he drew on the fag … More Smoke Signal

Sails of Silver

It is a very valuable experience to watch a person engaging with their passions. It is a privilege to observe, and one that I always value greatly. A person may embrace their chosen field with grace and serenity, or hurl themselves at it with full force.  However it manifests itself, it is always mesmerising. What … More Sails of Silver

All Cylinders

The writer part of my brain is a boiler Set to the playful timer of my muse. No spark all day, then on a whim WHUMP! Fires burn cogs turn never stopping heat and words All a furnace, melting pot At fever pitch flowing out to paper Penned. Then all is cooling and ticking; Expansion … More All Cylinders

Springs Eternal

Every burning fibre of my being yearns To take your weary face between my open palms, Lift your blinding shrouds and gently Tilt your head heavenward.   Yet I would not, though it pains me. Nay, not for all the world. For you endure, graceful one- Strong, despite every and all of the odds. Unaided. … More Springs Eternal

Damned Belle

Never a caressive thought spared  for you, Despite all your lonely wanderings. With your deadly heady jasmine scent so pure, So intense it drew them all, inexorably to you.   No. You, even in your savage isolation Sought dark places to repel their affection. Still they came, and burned their souls away with The purity … More Damned Belle

Life through a lens

When you retire, I will frame you. How ironic, for You have framed our memories. Captured the peaks of my Son’s life. Our life. My life. Recorded the times worth remembering. Conveniently forgotten the unflattering split seconds captured. Crystalized, pixelated happiness. Yet I grow angry with you. Your battery is fickle. The zoom slow to … More Life through a lens


The air shimmered with heat, rank with the sharp tang of cacti and dessicated earth. Shapes flowed and flourished everywhere, both in stone and plant. Not a garish hue in sight. All sage, sorrel, ochre and white. Above all white. Soothing, glowing, framing everything else. Pots, bricks, tiles- all took on a pleasure and life … More Mirage

Weather the Storm

The smoke from his cigarette hung in the air like a poor lie. With his back to the iron door, all around him the grey swell flowed, eerily noiseless. The waves were swollen and turgid as they looped around the steps below him, meeting uneasily in the middle. The heat was stifling, even three miles out, … More Weather the Storm

Where I write

After all the clamour, Dark, stifling days with grim faces, Jostling voices spouting emptiness- There is here. Tranquil light. Privacy. Safety. Calm Sighing of waves. Pure Colour. Time: to meet one’s self . Create. Share? Anybody could come through that door. Or nobody. Perhaps? This place. In my head heart soul. Where I write. © … More Where I write