In my July update I hoped for the best but prepared for the worst, and here we are in another year, in another national UK lockdown, with a very unprecedented Christmas behind us. If I distilled anything palatable from the bitter brew of 2020, it was to be actively grateful - not in a wishy… Continue reading Winter 2020 Update – Reasons To Be Cheerful, New Short Fiction, And What’s a Chapbook?
Flowers are wilting My enthusiasm, too Only weeds survive." - Gaia Garden The weeds are not only surviving; they're winning, and a lot of my time is taken up with tackling them; in the garden and in my writing commitment. With lockdown easing, we've ventured out for a few walks, but always in less frequented… Continue reading July Update and New Flash Fiction
I've had asthma since my teens, nearly forty years now. It lurks, ready at the lack of a coat to remind me of how it's compromised my respiratory system. A mild cold in December mutated into a chest infection that hung around like an oblivious, unwelcome guest for nearly a month. Needless to say, I'm… Continue reading Getting Creative with the Coronavirus
I hope you all had a restful and enjoyable Christmas and New Year break. The tone of this post was set by my New Year's Eve iTunes playlist (mercifully for my friends and family it's quite short, unlike my eight-hour gargantuan Christmas version). While singing along to Abba's "Happy New Year" I realised it's not… Continue reading Happy New Year!
This month's poem is inspired by both a trip during August to Northern Ireland, my journey of DNA discovery, and the depressing news cycle we watched when we (rarely) turned on the TV to catch the news while taking in the magnificent Causeway coast. I recently had my DNA ancestry traced on 23andMe and discovered that… Continue reading Poem of The Month – The New Colossus, by Emma Lazarus
We lived on a road at the base of the massive outcrop in the picture above which is, of course, Cave Hill. Straddling the skyline of North Belfast, it was immortalised by Jonathan Swift as a Sleeping Giant. The best panoramic views of the city and Belfast lough are from the peak by McArt's Fort, or… Continue reading Poem of The Month – Cave Hill, by Alice Milligan
...And the blackbird's tune, And May, and June! - De Gustibus, Robert Browning I've added a lot of tags to this post; my four weeks away from writing and blogging generated quite a few thoughts and ideas, as well as… Continue reading Breaks and Pauses
Philomena Who's in that house there, look? I thought I saw a light flickering in the empty rooms; who'd be in there late on Saturday night? Who's in that house there - that wee house belongs to my dad! No one lives there now. Should we go and check it's nothing bad? Who's in that… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 14 – Philomena
The Customers Finally, summer's here, and we're enjoying a wee drink in this bar. A mix of us, from both sides of the fence. Unusual for these troubled times but it works for us. The balmy moon glows in our glasses, when the yellow headed men invade the bar and call out for us to separate by faith.… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 13 – The Customers
(Apologies for the hiatus, I'll be catching up with posting my NaPoWriMo poems this week...) David We've stopped here by a ditch, across the sea from home; guns across our chests, peering like Eagle Eyes action men. It's wetter here, more clouds; the sky drips more, but still I know this grass, this hedge, this… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 12 – David