a poem for you — meet me at the place where we hit a dead end in the woods I lead you into to steal a kiss that day I hesitated in the awkward silence because I wasn’t there and I thought you weren’t either yet a regret now and then I lost my way for…

The Accidental Theory — Late October 2022 He’s still sleeping when I order the Uber XL. I’ve been up for a while. I’ve already done two loads of washing. Now dry, folded and packed. Laundry is one of the should be small things that become a bigger thing when you’re moving around without transport of your own. …

And went over the fence — We arrived at Glastonbury 1997 far earlier than expected, after a peaceful drive through the English countryside, and so the field we parked in was still pretty empty. There was loads of space to set our two man tent up conveniently near the car. The friends we were with carried…

A post for a courageous community — I find myself writing this post, despite my best efforts to take a much needed break and my efforts to stay offline to do a hard reboot. To fill you in on my personal journey to find a peaceful, forever home (for the next while anyway), I’ve arrived at an…

A prompt —

Stories for life — Back at my desk on a Monday and I love it! I do though. But it isn’t all sunshine and roses at my desk. So let me clarify a bit before you think I have some kind of perfect work situation. Because it is. But it also isn’t. I don’t…

Every emotion is there for a reason — We’ve been taught that anger is a “bad” emotion. The thing is… EVERY emotion is valid. EVERY emotion has a purpose. And denying a valid emotion that has a purpose can not, logically, be a healthy response to the emotion.

Part 3 of a 3 part series: creative writing — Start at the beginning and read Part 1 here You Can’t Hurry Time: 1 Part 1 of a 3 part series: creative writingmedium.com Time is relative. Although people say this casually, it is often not accepted as any kind of fact. Yet it is. And even an experiential one at that. A watched pot never boils, you know. Another fact, this one so undeniable…

Just before Toby passed on… — This story was supposed to be two things… 1) Written and entered into the most recent SilverPrompts #3 prompt. 2) Written about a sexy French DJ who stole my heart, lived off me for two years and who introduced me to Paris in a night that is still etched into…