Category: society

Lonely Bubble

The boy pulls my arm Look at this bubble! He cries, and sighs In delight. It sits, unharmed, on the rainy tarmac Wet and round and glossy A perfect hemisphere A ghostly fried egg imitator A final resting place With no predicted pop. It…

Chocolate Tasting at Apperley Bridge Marina

It’s nearly Yule and what better way to enjoy this indulgent season than with some delicious choccies? Apperley Bridge Marina hosted its first chocolate tasting event last night. We arrived under a frosty half moon with the boats glistening in still and cold water….

Distracted by the Birds

I often find myself distracted in the kitchen. I’m supposed to be jamming. Making jam, not music. But the pigeons coo, the great tits see-saw whistle, the blue tits chatter and the wrens scold, their huge voices belying their tiny bodies. My feelings war…

Solstice Decorating

We’ve not got much money this year so we’re finding new (old) ways to make the place look festive! Big thanks to Leeds Real Junk Food Project Sharehouse for rescuing flowers that were going to be thrown away by supermarkets. We got two lovely…

Inktober

I’ve never done inktober before as I don’t really think of myself as an artist. I was drawn to it this year though. No idea why! I think I maybe just needed a break from writing without stopping being creative, if that makes sense?…

DIY

The dog pant roar Of a hand saw DIY, oh why In this heat They must be mad Have they had Enough of dust And rust And just one more shelf Rollers in hand (not hair) And sleeves to there Or not at all…

Humiditties

A Day in the Woods

What a lovely weekend. I was honoured to be a part of the Online Beltane Music Festival, run by the Pagan Federation Disabilities Team, and really enjoyed seeing the other speakers and performers and interacting with the guests. For those who can’t get out…

The Mist

Swirling shroud A watery veil Like tired eyes; A crazed wail Cracks through the cloud Of foggy fear The eyes alive As shapes appear Looming, lunging Awkwardly Towards a shuddering Effigy Of something that used To be alive Now lost in the mist Struggling…

Comes with a Warning

Wash dark feelings separately Press the red button Max head room uncertain Unauthorised access forbidden Stand clear of the line If you can see Where it is.

Who’d be a writer?

Put this pen to paper Take it back Make it crack Spill the ink Like blood Sign my life away Sign my soul To the devil In the details.

Must a Man

Ten parts water One part gin Three parts angel One part sin 5 and a half quarts Ruby red 100,000 hairs One brain, one head One dash of anxiety Drawn at night One dream One fright One ‘it’s alright’ Two arms to hold Hold…