The World At My Doorstep

I found out this week I have won 3rd prize in the Wealden Literary Festival writing competition, hurrah! The festival is billed as ‘An enchanting weekend full of words, ideas, local food, arts and crafts celebrating the nature of place’ and entries to the competition were judged by author Katherine May, whose brilliant book ‘The…

Scotland

And in the distance, the promise of hillsides Run up the mountain Rub your face in the soil Skim this waters’ surface, mirrored like foxed glass reflecting perfection which can’t be captured. Like trying to eat the air. To inhabit a mountain. I am not big enough for this landscape of moonsongs and midges It…

Land of the free

I have invented a new type of gun. My new type of gun is called a “nuclear bomb gun”. It will literally annihilate the entire earth when detonated, and be available for any American citizen to purchase, as is their god given right under the second amendment, should they need to protect themselves from others…

Cold.

Go, now.   Cross the threshold of your front door and breathe in the sharp night air Gaze up at the star-peppered bright north sky that has watched you, now far from those days of your youth when you did not take for granted the contrast between safety and warmth and the thrill of cold…

That small familiar pain

A lot of things have got me thinking about poems recently. I recently fell victim to one of the classic blunders – the most famous of which is “never get involved in a land war in Asia” – but only slightly less well known is this: if you plan on one day being a world…