Journey

Journey

I scribbled this poem down during a walk into the fells. It’s a reflection on love’s journey. (Soppy can be deep too you know). Life is not about achievement; it’s not something to be conquered or tamed. Life is to be experienced and at the very core of that experience is love. Love is life, [...]

God Rolls

God Rolls

It has been a while since I have written a poem. I began writing in verse at the age of seventeen – a long time ago. I was in love with life but feared its fragility. I looked up at the sky and saw God. At the time I naively thought that God taught us [...]

Out of the Box

Out of the Box

When I was a boy I lived on a farm. My dad was a farm labourer until I was sixteen. After many years working in the fields and living in tied cottages – accommodation tied to the job – he got a council house and became a milkman. I spent most of my childhood out [...]

The New Age of Doing

The New Age of Doing

Hopefully, we are coming the end of this coronavirus pandemic – at least the beginning of the end. We are also coming to the end of the year. And what an extraordinary year it has been. It has brought much sadness. Fear and death has been the companion to many, many people. I’m sure it [...]

Ground Your Shead

Ground Your Shead

The shed where I write is not really a shed its more of an office/study. I keep it neat and tidy and forbid spiders to settle there and build cobwebs that might grow visible with dust. The head is like a shed where we keep our good and bad, useful and useless memories. Writers live [...]

Write Love

Write Love

You need something to write about. Your fingers must be rooted in some purpose driven by some ideal. It’s not a keyboard that the writer’s hands caress, but the soft skin of expectation. If you write only for money you’ll need to develop a good imagination (as well as blinkers so you don’t get distracted [...]