We're having fun over the next four weeks by doing quite literal interpretations of our subject matters. In this case, it was incredibly easy to throw together five verses on the literal essence of laurel, both historically and medicinally. This worked far better than I'd initially expected it to, so much so it'll be fun to … Continue reading Poetry Archive :: Laurel
April for poetry isn't just themed, it is the beginning of an intentional process of detachment. My brain, built as it is, has an almost obsessive need sometimes for order and control. However, increasing amounts of current poetry is anything but: free-form verse, little or no controlled structure, simply feelings falling from brain to page. … Continue reading Poetry Archive :: Jungle
Last week I received a completely expected rejection. Normally, there'd be those people who tell me that expecting to fail is bad: the only way in which work is ever likely to succeed is when I believe in it first. The biggest issue, without doubt right now, is finding method by which that faith can exist … Continue reading Is It Worth It?
Yesterday, I filled in a survey for a large organisation who, if I'm honest, was never set up to deal with the likes of me. The girl with anxiety issues, constant bouts of Impostor Syndrome, fear of failure and inability to understand what other people are talking about, on her worst days, puts the cause … Continue reading Alone Again Or
This story was first serialised in 31 daily parts (I know the graphic is incorrect) during March 2019 via the @AlternativeChat and @InternetofWords Twitter feeds [9am and 4pm GMT respectively.] It is now reproduced in a complete form, a number of small edits and corrections made to improve narrative flow and maintain correct continuity. Enjoy. … Continue reading March Short Story: Hysteria
Love is still horrible, unsurprisingly. The original version of this poem can be found here. Nobody But You Now, departed: mind desolate: understanding, our love is over. All passion desires out of reach: estranged moments, cold, empty feelings. Every day, torture realisation; final line drawn, completed. Point of no return, old path blocked: accept failure … Continue reading Poetry Archive :: Nobody but You [Redux]
We'll be going back to writing new verse next week, having learnt a significant amount not only about myself, but how this entire process works best. A lot has been taken from not just my original working practices, but also how words are changing over time. Needless to say, there's plenty of stuff left to … Continue reading Poetry Archive :: My One and Only Love [Parisian Remix]