100 Hours

About six years ago, I spent a day And night & morning with a girl I know We had a lovely time: film, a meal And drinks, then...Well, moving on, I fasted After this for four-days plus: it lasted For one hundred hours, in fact! But, how Or why that happened, still I cannot say...… Continue reading 100 Hours


Lara’s Return

The cruellest months are April through to March... For though I don't know much about a gain Or loss of time & atoms, bangs both small And big, eternal recurrence, steady state Or chaos theory, meteor strikes & all That crazy jazz, I feel a nagging pain Which seems sad pleasure too, & cannot hate… Continue reading Lara’s Return

2020, mental health, Reading

Why it’s so Hard to Read When You’re Experiencing Mental Health Problems

I love books and books have always been a part of who I was. Years ago, when one of my friends was asked to describe me, in a game that a group of us were playing, he said "well...she's always doing something vaguely bookish." I was the stereotypical bookworm as a child, reading way past… Continue reading Why it’s so Hard to Read When You’re Experiencing Mental Health Problems

2020, Poetry

An Ode to Autumn

The inane prettiness of spring has passed Her constant chatter melted by the summer sun. Summer has then in turn burnt himself out The constant beating of light and heat fading... Autumn breezes into being, a soothing balm for weariness Reassuringly cloudy skies let you breathe in the sweet scent of time slowing down Her… Continue reading An Ode to Autumn


To Hope (in homage to Emily Bishop)

Hope is not a thing with feathers It is a thing with scales That slips and slides through all your brain And never stops or fails And clearest - in the murky depths And cruel must be the brute That could squash this little fish That no one could pollute I've felt it in my… Continue reading To Hope (in homage to Emily Bishop)