• Creative Writing,  Poetry,  Slider

    Becoming a Published Author

    I return this month with exciting news! I am so excited to announce that my first poetry collection is going to be published before Christmas this year! I joined Book Leaf publisher’s #thewriteangle challenge to write 21 poems in 21 days (though, you were able to use poems you wrote before the challenge), the result for completing the challenge is your book published and talking to publishers after for potential publishing deals. My collection is titled “The Lost Years” and really explores the themes of love, health, loss and death. It’s a culmination of a lot of my emotion surrounding my illness and was really cathartic to write a lot…

  • Creative Writing,  Slider

    Twenty Twenty

    Twenty Twenty vision. It’s how we describe crystal clear sight. That we are able to see every tiny intimate detail of a scene. That we are able to see for miles and miles or so close you can feel the warmth of your own breath. Twenty Twenty vision is how we talk about the past, express how blurred our vision once was. Or how we talk about the present when things may try to blur it. It doesn’t allow for complacency, it is somehow both raw and unassuming. It takes in the full colour spectrum of beauty and the deepest, darkness of the grotesque. So it somehow seems apt that…

  • Poetry

    Gear

    Here I am spun out on gearWill tomorrow be less full of fear? Don’t worry it’s all legal,Free too, for those that are frugal. Each prescription goes, if you think I’m a drain,To fight the good fight – the war on pain.Because the nerves won’t listen anymore,They have panic attacks no matter the score. Adhesions don’t know how to healLeaving me unsure how to feelUnable to trust my own two feet on the floorDid you think I was joking when I said it’s a war? Like my body is on a spreeDesperately seeking a space to be freeTrying to find a moment of peace for my mindOverwhelmed by all my…

  • Poetry

    Remission

    Remission;Feels like a lie by omission,This is just an intermission,A fire awaiting its ignition, It seems like I am waiting,For a little cell to begin tainting,While I spend every minute hating,This disease that spends no time wasting, Corrupting my flesh, my blood, my mindMy existence here is timedI’ve never felt so blindMy future already signed When it comes I shall fight,I will not lose the light,I will struggle with all my might,For those who shine so bright, Remission;Feels like a lie of omission,This is just an intermission,A fire awaiting its ignition.

  • Poetry

    Teddy

    Somewhere in the vast galaxiesYou exist as completely as you do in my heartI watch the night skies trying to find youMy heart yearns for you, will never stop You are my lost little love,You are a feather on the breeze, free as a dove,You are everything my dreams and wishes are made of Somewhere in the vast galaxiesYou exist as completely as you do in my heartIf you want to find me, you need only look downI am the one watching the night sky for you Watching you burn so brightA little soul left forever in flightAlways setting my soul alight

  • Poetry

    Darling Girl

    Oh darling girlLet me carry youJust for todayJust for a little bitLet me hold you tightRest your head on my chestI’ll stroke the hair out of your eyesListen to the sound of my heartBeating calmly in my chestClose your eyesJust breatheLet your troubles float awayFind peace in the quietSleepOh darling girl;It’ll be alright

  • Poetry

    Lonely is the Hour

    Lonely is the hour,When the sound of sleep,Is silence;Deafening roars surround,As your mind starts to roam,Silence only growsWith each passing minute –Wrapping you within it,As if to keep you from weeping Lonely is the hour,When the sound of sleep,Is silence;When the sound is getting louderVivid colours in the darknessAre a plague upon your stageMemories dance before youAs the seconds fall awayInto the chasm of the night Lonely is the hour,When the sound of sleep,Is silence;Growing to its crescendo”Hush now!”While it’s screaming in your earRelentlessly shrieking with laugherAs it carries on its torture,Methodical and thorough Lonely is the hour,When the sound of sleep,Is silence;When the seconds last far longerAs the peace…

  • Poetry

    Little Messages

    Little messages travel down to nerves, That shouldn’t be. Little messages travel down to nerves, Medication to fight that caused so much harm I wonder why it was so important that I won, Destroyed all the receptors it could find Leaving me broken Little messages send pain through my body That shouldn’t be. Little messages send pain through my body They shouldn’t be Contorted, I try to fight. But my skin is aflame, My organs are gone, lost to the fire. Even breathing seems to be hard, All because Little messages carry the flames throughout That shouldn’t be. Little messages carry the flames throughout They shouldn’t be I need to…

  • Charity,  Creative Writing

    I believe in Magic

    I’ve been in the hospice about two weeks now. As a result, most of the staff know me well. I’ve been cared for by them, nursed by them, supported by them and carried along by them too. It’s been a real up and down ride between crying that I’ve wanted to go home, to see my kids and be with my family, to be amongst my comfort, my world; and of knowing that I couldn’t currently be in a better place, the help I need just a buzz away and my two girls saved the trauma of their mummy in excruciating pain.