As a child, I spent many summer holidays – with my siblings and parents – staying in the Welsh mountains around Snowdonia. Memories, feelings, images and vibes seep into you, get into your bones, under your skin and permeate the soul. If there’s a spiritual home for me, maybe it’s those hills, maybe it’s those…
Sun Day Wise
I wrote this poem quite a while ago – and have only just got round to posting it. Hope you like it. Let me know. Sometimes I sit and watch, just look, mind elswewhere, not integrating with anything much bar a cup of tea and the wooliness of the carpet, warmth and what’s infront of…
Privelege
A few years ago now, for obvious reasons, I learned about privelege. White privelege, male privelege, hetero privelege – the list goes on. I’m embarrassed to say I never realised, or knew, about this until it was pointed out. I’m embarassed to live in a world where this exists, and to be honest, let’s all…
Bedlam
I haven’t posted for a while, the circumstances of the last couple of years have limited my creativity, and I’ve still been focussed on the book I’m trying to write, which has taken a priority. However – here’s a new poem, and I shall explain why I’ve written this. Language is a funny thing, and…
Rainy Days
I was in Cornwall recently, for a break from it all, and we had incredible weather for a few days. Weather kind enough to let us sit on the beach in shirtsleaves and shorts, walk around without having to take a coat and just bimble about walking around and getting up to stuff. By the…
If You Stand Back and Look
Over the last year, I have been busy writing a book. My first draft is done, and some kind friends are looking at it (no pressure!) and I hope to get some good pointers to work in, update or consider. That’s the reason I’ve not written many poems over the last twelve to eighteen months,…