A poem unearthing the stories of the trees of Trelissick.
A celebration of Our Patty... x
Grief doesn't get lighter, you just learn to carry the load.
When talking is too painful, sometimes we reach out in the only way we can.
A celebration of Our Shiela... x
No matter what else I try and do, I always end up being a writer.
A poem that isn't about Brexit.
August saw the celebration of my little brother's 21st birthday. In homage to him, and to our family unit as a whole, I wrote this poem...
Lola’s best friend is Rabbit, but as Lola grows up day by day, poor Rabbit is worried she’ll get left behind.
Mummy’s glasses “help her see and help her think”, so our hero finds a pair of frames to see thinks of their own.