Autumn has well and truly arrived. The rain has been almost relentless over the last week, the skies are perpetually grey, and all of a sudden the pavements are darker and damper and coated in leaves.
This month, I was back in the studio at BBC Radio Solent to celebrate autumn through poetry.
I apologise too much. It's not a good thing – but I still maintain that I'd rather be sorry than not.
It's hard to keep positive when you feel like you're 'failing', and supposed successes surround you at every swipe.
When Dear Damsels asked us to submit pieces on the theme of 'Growth', the first thing that sprung to mind was one of the biggest lessons I've learned with age. It's hard to get your head around the fact that people don't really care about what you're doing, or what you're wearing, as much as … Continue reading Poem | Nobody Cares
There are so many adverts around these days that empower women; shampoo commercials that feature boxing; tampon adverts that show carefree women cycling in bright white shorts; This Girl Can. What makes me chuckle, however, is how women are sometimes described; the words that are chosen to advertise these things.
It's a funny thing, opening the door to be face-to-breast with a completely naked stranger.
My thighs seem to have sparked a summer fling and are inseparable, bringing with them another seasonal problem.
I've been to a fair few weddings this year, and invitations are already rolling in for 2020; so here's a short, simple and sweet poem inspired by those who are Just Married.
I do not offer this as a definitive description of what it is like for everyone to wake up with depression, but it is an offering, a thought, an imagination, and a representation of one morning, for one person, at one time.