All is not as it seems

Small candle

The grief monster has reared its head once again, grabbing me by the throat, pinned me to the wall, saying: “you will grieve...”

The performance

A stage set for a play illuminated in red

Are you living your life as you want to? Or just following a script neatly typed up for your convenience?


Writers block sometimes feels as if your brain is swimming in thick murky fog


How do we know certainty? How do we know what is real? Poetry to get you thinking...


Have you woken up to a truth you didn’t want to believe?


Where is home for you?

No rhyme

Who do you miss the most, and why? Write it down, express it, let it out...