Poem: Brixton

Street stalls stand tall, As the merchants make convo with strangers. Fresh flowers flush the air, Their sweet notes still linger.   Food - of all shapes and sizes, A feast for my very eyes. Offering food for thought as to what Else comes from such places of mystery and surprise.   The faces are... Continue Reading →

Fun Obscure Things To Do In London

When walking the dog just doesn't cut the mustard why not try:   Laughter Yoga Pretend to be 5 years old again and you may end up laughing for a lifetime. From personal experience I would definitely recommend even the most hesitant of sceptics to give 'walking on hot coals' and talking gibberish to strangers... Continue Reading →

Developing & Losing Fears

I never use to be afraid of flying but as I prepare to fly home to Northern Ireland for Christmas, suddenly the meat sweats start materializing all over my body and I gulp that little bit harder. To me, it's just something about being trapped in a tiny little tube 30,000ft up in the clouds... Continue Reading →

Poem: 5th November 1605

The dank presence of gunpowder fills their lungs. Settling smoke distorts their view. 5th November 1605 - a night like any other. If only this were really  true.   Traders to country, traitors to crown. The Gunpowder Plot, Dismembered, put down.   Destructive paths each had chosen, Treasonous, treacherous. Yet failed to make any  explosion.... Continue Reading →

Alternative London #1

Leake Street, Waterloo/ Lambeth This quirky creepy tunnel encloses all kinds of goodies under it's archways. From the hard to miss graffiti to the more tucked away eateries offering all kind of delicacies. Such as Banh Bao Brothers , Rat Bar and Draughts. And let's not forget to mention The Vaults! If you don't know of... Continue Reading →

The Poetry of War

Below are two poems I have written which I may enter into an upcoming competition The competition challenges the writer to explore the concept of national identity, by responding to how it is portrayed in the works of WWII Poets. I chose Timothy Corsellis' poem - News Reel of Embarkation  The antagonism between fighting for... Continue Reading →

Flip Out

If you want to sign up for your unexpected yet highly likely dose of concussion and ligament contortion then enjoy a day out at  Flip out. Where the only thing coming out is your hip from its socket when you take the plunge into the shallowest 'safety' pool known to man, woman or child on... Continue Reading →

How To Get A Full-Time Job This Summer!

As I reminisce about the times I slogged over a computer screen instead of sipping on an ice cold drink while sunning myself, I think of how fond I must've been of self-torture at the time! Sacrificing the great outdoors for the great world web day after day required discipline and persistence. No1.  Be persistent... Continue Reading →

2nd Place Poem – End Hunger UK – ‘A Closed Fist’

'A Closed Fist' -  a spin on the meaning to hurt someone. A closed fist can be a punch but it could also be inferred to as a hand that is not offering food and therefore hurting someone by starving them. I wanted the poem to show how it's essential to be kind to one another. Afterall you never know where someone might be in their life, or who they may become. And perhaps you may even find yourself needing their help oneday. The bigger picture is that we are humans we need food and we need to put ourselves in eachothers shoes more often, especially when it comes down to this essential element of life - to prevent starvation.

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