In My Corner

Depression isn’t just an illness, it’s also a mask. It hides behind smiles and laughter just as easily as tears. I’ll never be one to tread the boards or quote the bard, but my mental health, when it’s in decline, does turn me into a performer of sorts; an illusionist. For a long time I... Continue Reading →

There Is No Spoon

Buckle up Dorothy, ‘cos Kansas is going bye bye! Okay, perhaps that’s a tad indulgent and underwhelmingly I’m not about to head a resistance against the suffocating amount of artificial intelligence infiltrating the mainstream (yes I’m talking about you Sira and your Alexa mini-botlings *shakes fist and charges EMP*) nor dodge bullets, rather I wanted... Continue Reading →

The Wolf’s Bed

Torn palms Hollowed chest Dawn halo Shadowed breast   Fern brush Wet fur Silver light Fireflies stir   Aching heart of cobwebs Ragged claws Silt ebbs   Needles spin Silken gauze Earth mouths A human form   Coarse pelt A promise shed As whispers line The wolf's bed

That’s Me In The Corner

Unfortunately, I can’t do justice to Michael Stipes’ soaring vocal, but as a teenager I could often be found skulking in corners, eagerly awaiting the comforting blanket of dusk. It was a huge gulf in audience, that leap from junior to secondary school, I’m not too proud to say I didn’t just flounder, I retreated. ... Continue Reading →

Mr Sandman

Ironically whenever I play that classic ode to slumber by The Chordettes I can’t help but lay awake reminiscing John Candy’s faultless performance as Uncle Buck as opposed to actually closing my eyes and drifting off to the land of nod. For me sleep is an illusive beast. It never used to be such a... Continue Reading →

Smile Like You Mean It

Some monsters don’t lurk under your bed; they lay right beside you in it. I’ll be honest with you, I wasn’t the coolest kid growing up.  I’ve never had a ‘squad’ and I’ve always been more geek life than thug life.  While everyone wore their Take That and Party t-shirts I was writing to my... Continue Reading →

Mr. Grey

Apparently, depression isn’t real, or so we’re led to believe, or at best it’s just a trumped up version of melancholy for society’s weakest to band about as a modern day ‘bad back’ disclaimer, some Monopoly get out of jail free card we can swipe at our employers, as though we’re waiting in line at... Continue Reading →

Confession

Fear not, I’m not about to launch into Usher’s RnB classic – wouldn’t be a good move, I’m tone deaf for a start and I have a flat foot along with two left feet! No, instead for some strange reason I feel the need to confess my truths and hopefully, contrary to Jack Nicholson’s assertions,... Continue Reading →

Skin Deep

Bones shatter, bruises bloom, skin tears, all these wounds eventually heal in time owing to the body’s orchestral symphony for repair; but what of the lingering memory of trauma?  The shock absorbed by the unsuspecting injury site? Often the most painful memories flood our senses and implore our decaying exoskeleton; skin bristles, fine hairs arise... Continue Reading →

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