28th January 2022

Stop. Change Your Life

A Reflection What if you want to change your life? What if you wake up and say to yourself: I don’t want to be me anymore? If you say that it is because the you that you are is not the you that you’re meant to be. You are living someone else’s life not yours. You’re living a non-person’s life because that person was never meant to be. So, change it. If you’re sick of reading a...

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(Evoluted) Evolved

Poets and writers evolve, hopefully. I wrote this poem about forty years ago when I was young and stupid. The person who used to read my poems at the time pointed out that a word existed for someone or something that had moved forward through a process of evolution and that was: evolved (not evoluted as I had written). Humans evolved from monkeys. I still feel my red-facedness...

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Only Time

For the past two days I have been reflecting on memories and love. Time goes by scaringly fast and memories collect like fallen leaves. Most memories are neutral and are easily swept away. Some are precious and are kept, pressed between the pages of our life story. Other memories we try to forget and we want to burn into oblivion. But these bad memories can become inner...

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A Desire to Write

I made a monumental decision the other day. I quit the Creative Writing PhD I have been doing for three years now because I felt tangled-up in academia when I just wanted to write. Such a strong desire to write has been a long time coming. I began writing when I was about seventeen. The desire to write arose out of existential angst, it helped me get to grips with what that...

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Poem

I’m not sure why I wrote this poem. I sat down at my desk this morning with the intention of doing some paperwork. That intention got lost. Maybe I was feeling low and wanted to play with some thoughts and words to cheer me up. Anyway, it turns out that a poem about why I write poems was what was distracting me. It was written down pretty quickly so I was able to get the...

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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, Bergson’s élan vital that transforms dead matter into breath and skin and love stories...

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The Berwick Girl

Berwick Street – Soho, 14th July 10:05 am, 1978 Imagine a prison without bars: bars that might prevent a person from falling back into the world through the open window. Imagine wanting neither to live or to die. As Sue lay sleepless on her bed she envies the carefree dust as it swims in the sunlight like tiny fish in a fine, dry ocean. The market outside is in full...

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