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…

City Life: The Love/Hate Relationship

Originally from a town of  several thousand you can see why I may feel like a fish out of water here in London. Living in the UK’s capital for 2 years now has taught me alot about other people and alot about myself. But I’ll save that for another time, here are some reasons why…

Poem – My Red Mustang

Counting the pennies, I just helped rescue from the jar. It won’t be too long, Till they’re exchanged for a car.   A red shiny mustang, With matching interior. With a waxwork shine so dazzling. Making all other dull cars look inferior.   Counting the pennies in the jar. I won’t have to count for…

How To (Not) Celebrate New Year’s Eve

Not to sound like the village idiot or anything but am I the only one who doesn’t get all giddy inside at the thought of celebrating on New Year’s Eve?  Sure celebrating the fact that I’m here to see yet another year through is grantable but is the off key singing of ‘Auld Lang Syne’…

Poem: A December Day

December Day The air is crisp, cold and clean. My breath sparkles in its grasp like fairydust. I feel like a fairytale’s dragon.   The darkness cloaks the clouds, Choking out any lasting glimmers of light, As the sun sets low in the Winter sky.   The trees look fragile. Their vulnerability exposed, By the…

Poem: Winter

Crimson embers of fire crackle, Beneath the pale moon light. The stars they twinkle like tiny freckles, Upon the face of the night.   The sun awakens, from its slumbers, Naked vegetation shivers with delight. For they are scarce, they’re few in number, Desperate for the light.   The season sets a spell of slumber,…

Poem: A Job Is A Job

Knees buckled beneath me. Feet gnarled, toes curled. The whole world’s up against me. Yet still I spin, I twirl.   Counting pennies until it defeats me. I’m sedated by my lost dreams. It seems the past always repeats me, A path of unraveling seams.   Whispered regrets always greet me. My childhood career was…

The Worst Christmas Gifts You Could Ever Receive

Whoever said it’s the thought that counts and not the gift has obviously never received a multipack of wet wipes or a tin opener on Christmas morning. Get your head out the clouds sunshine and understand the hard cold facts that there are hard cold individuals out there who think that the below could actually…

Poem: Christmas Food

Food. So bad, yet so good. So many colours, so many textures. So many food poisonings taken for the pleasure.   You gave me gout last Christmas Eve, But I don’t hold it against you, you see, For I know our relationship is solid. Once the doctor unclogs my arteries.   This Christmas things will…

Can you really judge a book by its cover?

When your mother use to tell you to put on your ‘Sunday best’, was that really for God or for the fellow church dwellers? Time and time again I have been proven wrong, I look at someone thinking ‘oh they’ll be friendly’ and instead I’m met with a look as if they’ve been sucking lemons…

Poem: A Day As Grey As Today

Have you ever experienced a day, As grey as the grey day today? You know the kind, That makes you less kind. The kind you wished would just go away?   I’ve certainly experienced a day, As grey as the grey day today It made me feel kind, To the man who reminded, Me to…

Why We Should All Be Bi-lingual (Atleast)

  Since the year of dot I have struggled to pronounce my own name never mind ‘el gato, le chat or die Katze’. Yet, despite my struggles, my interest in languages outside of my mother-tongue has never wavered.  From fable attempts at school to self-taught trials through online resources, my ambition to pass conversation in…

Bullying In The Workplace

Being bullied is never an easy thing to deal with, and compounding the matter is dealing with bullying from someone at your place of employment. In this situation you really are stuck between a rock and a hard place, for alot of us, we can’t just get up and move jobs or tell the bully…

The Inferior Female

Stature slender, Pitch higher. A non-male gender, So he must be higher.   Physically inferior, Sit still and look pretty. Don’t question the superior, You’ll only look silly.   Beauty over brains. Man over beauty. I’m not a feminist, But a minority of men give me reason I should be.   Are you threatened by…

How Important Is Your Health?

The answers is yes, if you don’t have a screw loose, but if this is the answer then why do so many of us struggle to keep the gym routine in check, or even have one to begin with? How often should you really go to the gym? It’s  a shame to say it but…

Poem – What’s In A Tattoo?

The needle pierces my body, But I feel no pain.   Black Ink drowns my pores, Euphoria begins.   I am in paradise, I am transformed.   My skin marked before my eyes, An external expression of an inner form.   This is the poem I wrote for my first ever podcast published on my blog!…

Why The Winter Blues?

With the sun getting lazier and lazier these November nights, returning to its slumbers faster than I’m sure the majority if us would like, as a result, I hear the miserable moans and groans of grief-stricken commuters. The winter blues have well and truly set in for some and it’s still only autumn! They have…

ASMR – Does It Work On You?

Sometimes I have out-of-body body moments and starkly  realise that I’ve just been entranced by some sorcerer on YouTube swishing saliva about in her mouth, repeating the word ‘stipple’ about a million times and making weird butterfly motions with her fingers. Please help me! Is anyone else grossly engrossed by this phenomenon? Some of my…

Poem: Cold

It’s cold outside, My windows – opaque. Toes –  curled up tight. Hands – beginning to shake.   Amber embers of fire flicker, I begin to rock. My breath in the air grows thicker, There’s a hole in my sock.   The fat black cat returns back, She always let’s in the cold. I bolt…

Why Do We Dress Up Like Kn*bs On Halloween?

If you read my earlier post, the title above may have sprung to mind. It is a weird concept if we remove ourselves from the festivities for just a second, and instead have a momentary out of body experience. Envision yourself looking at your badly sewn together costume, your lop-sided devil horns and staining-for-weeks pasty…