My front porch – A poem

Whenever my breath feels stale but I need to breathe, I sit on my front porch (preferably in the early morning But sometimes afternoon) Only when it’s sunny (Usually I have to squint my eyes but I don’t mind) It cleanses me in a funny sort of way (Even when it’s loud with endless planes…

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Grey skies and no rain – A poem

This is one of my favourite poems in my new book, ‘Messages in Bottles (hoping happiness replies)’. By the way, it’s not actually about grey skies or rain.

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Time spent still – A poem

There is time spent still
And time spent running
You are still
You are quiet

You are in between
You are a breath
You are fresh air and petrichor
You are an escape

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Deep predictive text conversations about life and death and everything in between

These are some little prose poems written using (mostly) solely iPhone predictive text. I think these are so fun to do and I especially like starting with a prompt and seeing the different outcomes. These are just some of my favourites

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Used to – A Poem

I got used to the way
The wind in the chimneys
Sounded like ghosts.
You get used to all the things
That scare you
Disappoint you
Hurt you
When they’ve happened
So many times
Yet got no further than
The fright
The disappointment
The pain.

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Messages in Bottles (hoping happiness replies)

So for the past year I’ve been working on my second collection of poetry, Messages in Bottles (hoping happiness replies). I’m self publishing it through Createspace, as I did with my first book, Home – A Poetry Collection. I’m extremely proud of this book, both because of the actual work inside it, but also because of the story it…

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Nothing could have been different – A poem

Remember:
Your thoughts aren’t real,
They stir your mind into a swirl
A tornado
With power to turn dreams to ruins
If only you let them
But you have the power to stand as strong
As a deep rooted tree
Withstanding rains
And winds
And storms
That cloak the world in a fog
Transforming it into something
Unrecognisable.

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Predictive text poems III

iv.
The sky turns out
The clouds are going down
It’s going to be a long night
I don’t know where the water
Was coming from today
So here I am
Thinking
I will see you in a dream.

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