Tag: writing

Random acts of kindness

I’m a bit blue and fed up so thought I would list some of the nice things that have happened in the last few weeks: 1/ Owner of San Co Co Cafe in Leeds gave Nathan some chocolate brownie. 2/ Lots of people wishing… Continue Reading “Random acts of kindness”

Hiding from the Hyenas

Hiding from the Hyenas Some people describe depression as a black dog. Having only ever seen black dogs as symbols of love, friendship and spirituality, I’ve never identified with this metaphor. For me, depression is a hyena. Hear it laugh. And scrounge. And prowl.… Continue Reading “Hiding from the Hyenas”

Widdershins Whirl

Endlessly entropic Ebbing away Says the circle so bright Dares the moon in the light Of the day hale and gay So we spin and we stick To the lines drawn before To the curves of our past Salt and water hold fast To… Continue Reading “Widdershins Whirl”

Chapel Allerton Open Mic

Another gig! This time it’s a freebie, as part of Chapel Allerton Arts Festival; one of the highlights of the Leeds Summer scene. Loads of great poets rumoured to be turning up, so pop along to Chapel Allerton library on the 28th August and… Continue Reading “Chapel Allerton Open Mic”

Post Box Poets

Post Box Poets is on tonight in at The Post Box Cafe in Chorlton, Manchester; a night of spoken word spectacular. Be there, or be less verbose… Performing tonight are Cathy Bryant, John Lindley, Zach Roddis, Jim Doxford, Steph Pike, Dominic Simpson, Angela Smith, Martin… Continue Reading “Post Box Poets”

Hot

Wow. It’s hot. Holiday hot. Sapphire sky hot. BBQ out now hot. Endless washing line fill hot. Tarmac tacky almost wet hot Haze even on the gem green grass hot. Jeans unto shorts unto bikini hot. Sleep elusive and duvet gone crazy hot. Melted… Continue Reading “Hot”

Angels

25 angels Dance on my head Is it a pin head Bed head Logger head At So 25 angels Dance in my soul It’s a black hole Port hole Window where I’m sat 25 angels Dance with my feet Got two left feet 12… Continue Reading “Angels”

Flashback

My boy and I, alive in the sun Ready to rumble; ready to run Swords at the ready, stick in each hand Bring on the battle; strike up the band Buses are conquered, long walks are done Park stretches green until the horizon. Sandwiches… Continue Reading “Flashback”

Gift of the Night

The gift of the night is the universe Opened up like a black tulip Petals uncurling in the light Of all the suns that ever were. The gift of the night is the universe Sky’s barrier broken down Eyes reach as far as they… Continue Reading “Gift of the Night”

Electric inspiration

Words are static on the page; like static electricity, they buzz and chirp and make you vibrate, but only direct current shocks you. Is it the same with spoken word? Do the words come with their own voltage to power you in a way… Continue Reading “Electric inspiration”