Tarmac Scars

I never knew you, except for what I’d read. That we’d been to the same school and your favourite colour was pink. But I got to know your tarmac scars and the bump in the road that makes the cars bounce on their way up the hill. I knew of your friends too, at least, […]

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Echoes and Edges event

One of my poems will be featured in the next Echoes and Edges event taking place on Saturday. It’s a live experimental evening of poetry recordings and musical improvisation run by two musicians. Tune in on the night from 7-9pm or have a look at their website to submit your own work.

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Skaters

I sit by the skaters because the slap of their boards keeps me current, not lost to previous incarnations but present and upfront. In time with time and in tune with the limits of my worth.

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Contentment and melancholy

Today was the third session with my Time to Write group. We were tasked with writing two poems on the above themes, which I’ve copied below. I haven’t written much in the way of poetry, but I’m pleased with what I managed to produce. I had a great response from the group too! The hydra […]

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Straight On

The cycle route turned right, but the worn road carried on and out of sight behind sprawling brambles. I was curious to see where it ended seeing as the river wasn’t far away, so I carried straight on. Tarmac soon turned to thick gravel, crunching heavily beneath my wheels. Then the track ended and I […]

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Time to Write

I’m very pleased to say I have been accepted onto the Time to Write programme run by Paper Nations, a scheme to support people struggling with their writing practice. Unfortunately, writing has fallen down the list in the last couple of years as family and other commitments have taken priority. I never even considered applying […]

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The message

“Man admits to string of rapes in Manchester area.. “ Colin looks away from the newsfeed on the wall of the bus and down at his phone. He swipes at the pop-ups, just in case any messages have been smothered. Nothing. A flashing ad on the back of the seat forces his gaze. “Protect your […]

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On the way home

Boys in navy blue blazers jostle each other outside the Marriott hotel, looks of uncertainty over what to do with so much privilege. Metres away, skaters slam their boards into the paving slabs on College Green, while pedestrians march through the middle, determined to exert their right of way. A small group gathers on the […]

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