Poem: Stress

Stress. The subtle strangler. It manifests itself in many ways. A fabrication of the mind. Sending cortisol coursing through our … More

Poem: Home

Where is ‘home’? Is home my little brick house by the sea, corroded by gale gusts and seagulls? Is home … More

I feel like I’m in such a weird space at present, no sooner have I moved flat than I’m trawling … More

The sweet scent of success, If only it lingered just that little bit longer. If only it tasted just that … More

We think about the future, So that we can enjoy its ‘present’. But like a dollar bill drifting in the … More

As I sit with a cold bag of peas smooshed against the left cheek of my painfully windburned face (Northern … More

How do you feel now? That I am no longer here. Do you feel….freedom? I close my eyes tight. Yet … More

A Human A subatomic bunch of laughter and woes, From our nose down to our toes, We either grimace or … More

Lost I feel lost sometimes. Like I don’t fit in. And yet I don’t want to stand out. I just … More

The name ‘Sigmund Freud’ brings with it antagonistic thoughts in my mind, was he a sexist pig or pioneering psychoanalyst? … More