Summer night, Birmingham.
How does “A man going” differ from “A woman going”? And why does it matter to a beginner poet?
Life after loss.
When you were miaowing to be let in
Miaowing to be let out
Peeing on the carpet
Scratching the furniture
Puking in the plant pots
Falling in the lavatory…
When you lose a pet, it’s not like losing a person, is it?
Last week, I reached a milestone in my nascent writing career: I was asked, for the first time, where I got my ideas from. Friends, I’ve arrived! This question makes me a bona fide writer. (As far as I’m concerned it does. Don’t burst my bubble.) And of course bona fide writers traditionally reply to… Continue reading Where do you get your ideas from?
A short poem.