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A Welsh Sunset

I wrote this in the spring of 2011, looking out of the window on a train leaving Cardiff A bronzing autumn afternoon in spring, That radiates a gorgeous golden glow, Oh, precious sun, herald the evening, Through tempered twilight’s tanning undertow. The last we see are copper-coloured reds, And bars of luscious long-lamenting light, Before Read More

Why I Love John Donne

Since the moment that I was told to study “Song” by John Donne, I was in love. “Go and Catch a Falling Star” What a beautiful opening to a poem; go and achieve the impossible, go and attain the unattainable, go and literally catch a heavenly body that has plummeted to earth. A poem lay Read More

Joe Chicago and the Case of the Fallen Angel

My NaNoWriMo 2014 submission to the ‘Joe Chicago’ project that a few bookselling friends of mine we involved in. Introducing Joe Chicago – retired PI in 2089 Detroit, in Joe Chicago and the Case of the Fallen Angel The place was white, cold, and clinical. It was a striking difference to the streets outside, thick-brown air, heavy Read More

The Death of Joe Chicago

For NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) 2014, a few friends and I decided to come up with a slew of short stories about a fictional cop from near future Detroit that we named Joe Chicago. The stories were fun and really let us flex our creativity to fit a more a trans-atlantic taste. I wrote one Read More


Here’s a quick scene I wrote after my first experience of the Royal Mile at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival 2009, inspired by a workshop I attended on dialogue. Characters: Gerald, Andy, Martina, Alice. Props: Newspaper, Gun, Herring. [Generic Public Street during a Fringe Theatre Festival. MARTINA is already sat on stage, reading today’s paper. Enter Read More

A Sonnet’s On It

A quick piece of iambic pentameter inspired by my two favourite poets of yesteryear, William Shakespeare and John Donne. Shall I compare thee to a sonnet verse? Though art more lovely and more musical. Rough winds prevent time needed to rehearse, Though summer’s lyrics remain whimsical. Sometime too vague a sonnet’s matter reads, And often Read More

Found Horse

I stumbled on this opening that I churned out to a longer form poem – I’ll probably add to it and edit it as time goes on, but here’s just the beginning… I came upon a solitary steed, Though in itself not a peculiar sight, It was of gentle stand and healthy breed, And harnessed Read More

On Autumn

The fourth poem in my Seasons quartet How beautiful the elegance of slowly turning old, The elegy of decadence that’s wilting brown and gold, The gentle sinking of the sun between the harvest-trees, That shows, through glows of telling beams, the thinning of the leaves. The turning of the soil, but the toil of this chore Read More

On Summer

The third poem in my Seasons quartet The greatest show on earth is found in ground and nooks and brooks, Wherever there are lovers, and where every child looks, Where wild stretching fauna finds a corner yet to fill, Of every downing valley, and of every crowning hill. The fullest time of life is of sublime, Read More

On Spring

The second poem in my Seasons quartet When little is our last of hope to feel the warmth again, When unexpectedly we wish, through tiring Winter-rain, To feel the torrents pouring down from lazy snoring clouds, But warm and wet and wondrously damp and drenching shrouds That thaw the ice and nicely kiss the earth beneath Read More

On Winter

The first poem in my Seasons quartet We mourn the loss of afternoons to ever-sooner moons, The darkness we had once forgot in old Julys and Junes, It creeps on us to break our hearts, and tear apart the days, So bitter in its jealousy of Summer-long malaise. It takes the Autumn to defeat the Read More

Grimm Fairy Tales Review (2010)

Space@the Radisson – August 2010 There are some energetic performances: Monty Kimball-Evans is notable for his commitment. James Morris and Mike Yates also try desperately to add a little quality to the production. Others however stand on stage smiling awkwardly like fifteen year olds forced to do the school play. As these baffling additions to Read More

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