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.
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?
Today is Time to Talk Day – 24-hours put aside to remind us all why mental health should be part of our conversations every day. I've written a personal poem that seems perfect for today. It's my way of talking.
I sat down to write an epic and hilarious love poem one Sunday afternoon...and came up with this, instead.
Today I'm writing about writing, and asking for some advice. How can you write about relationships, exes and dating without crossing that private line?
Here's my first poem of 2019; an ode to the New Year's resolution – the human app upgrade.
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!
I'm ever more aware of how my body is changing as I get older; and though I still have a lot of anxiety about how I look, I have found that I am more at ease with my imperfections than I was five years ago.
Today is my birthday! What better way to simultaneously celebrate and recognise my anxieties about ageing, than write an Honest Haiku?!
I wanted to write a little poem dedicated to this time of year. It's not witty, or clever – to be honest it's pretty basic – but it's full of my love for flame and spark.