Poem | Each Piece of Me

We are a product of centuries of other people; the physical embodiment of those who came before us. If we changed, we would lose something truly unique and special.


Poem | The Potential

I wanted to write a love poem, but all that would come to me were words about my eternal hope for flirtation and enchantment. So here it is; my gift to you, this Valentine's Day.  Be mine?

Poem | The wake-up call

At the weekend, I attended a Christmas poetry workshop run by the brilliant Artfulscribe in Southampton. We were asked to create a piece reflecting on a childhood Christmas memory; this is what I came up with. Merry Christmas!