Autobiography

The Olympics

Thank God it's almost over. The end will smell of clover. Should have been blocked at Dover. As much like sport as calling Rover. Skate boards, grins...
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Westope Wood Hill

(30/7/21) Steep up the hill ’til reach the woody crown, and see so far; stop and stare, let your eyes take their fill; stroll round the wood to the...
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Foxy Till Dawn

A poem about myself not being able to sleep, watching Vixen with her three pups at 3am in neighbouring garden, from my bedroom window. The brazen...
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Internet Publishing

Creative writing can often be therapeutic, to sort out confusion and regain mental balance and deliberately create a positive attitude. The following...
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My earliest memory

My earliest memory is an attempt to use writing as a therapeutic tool to get back in touch with my inner child.

Never Give Up

I wrestled this weather with snow-laden Algonquin style snow shoes climbing what seemed like a mountain of damp crystals. Determination an only guide...

Golden Memories: Sundries

No real theme to these recollections, but then that's often how memory seems to work, with strange tangential connections and unexpected associations...

Culture

Just an isolated experience to recount. But was it? I was in a large charity shop looking at stuff when I found myself ambling slowly past an orange...

Weight of a name

One of my earliest poems written in my most depressed times dealing with horrible dysphoria. I hope you like it!!

Thirsting For Autumn

Dear diary...it's weekend of the 17th and 18th July 2021. This heat is so overwhelming it leaves me drained and longing for cooler days. Call of the...