I’m a bit worried that I smell again, I sniff my pits, I sniff my clothes, I thought I’d left this behind...

Free poem - So I Was Thinking...

He fills my house with roses, they bloom but my favourite’s the bud hiding away, nestled within the obvious beauty. Each delicate petal’s...

I’d like to write something hopeful as it is a New Year, I’d like to write something of comfort, yes, comfort not fear. I see the news...

Oh Christmas tree, I hope you're not a fake and that the lights still twinkle once you're gone. Oh Christmas tree, I hope that your...

Flags in the fields, flags on the hills, flags on the moon, like you can claim it, name it and it's yours no matter what, no blame in it,...

My nature is good, you gave me that, and I am eternally grateful. There’s nothing I can do, I’m there with you, watching my old self...

Cormorant on a buoy, the dragon of the sea wings extended, a black silhouette against the fading sky. Dusky blue, the taste of salt and r

The promenade full to bursting with buggies, bikes and bustling people, journeying, biding time or something else intangible, joggers...

My head rests, so do my eyes, on you, in you, I see my dreams take flight. My fingers dance across the water a trail of silver left, I...

The written poem is under the video of it being read out loud. They were lockdown children, children of masks and hand sanitiser, sterile...

My heart it wanted to roam far away from the home that you'd made for us, crafted, moulded, sacrificed everything for. My heart was eager...

The written short story is underneath the video of it being read out loud. Her name was Abigail Jones. She was intelligent and educated...

A vacant chair where she once sat. Sat and laughed and welcomed the unwelcomeable. Dark oak table, candles down the middle and a floral...

The written version is underneath the read out loud video. The Woman in Black, it suits me I think, and now I’ll be in black always. He’s...

So, I'm presuming that you've already ready the other Shadow Hunter novels by Cassandra Clare and if not, why not? They are awesome. ...

The dried leaf hangs clinging to the thin fingers, pointed and extended. The dried petals fall from the roses pink and white, hanging on...

The written version is underneath the read out loud video. I walk on this path with you my light. Ripples in the darkness, shadows on a...

Summer was kept in a jar and rarely released. She’d pretty much gotten used to it by now, but she longed for her freedom. She longed to...

This book made my heart ache in all the best possible ways. Haunting, moving and well written. I felt connected to the teenage...