January 2, 2016
An Elegy to Sheffield for 2016
Unfortunately a hangover that hits those who cannot drink it the hardest.
November 3, 2015
in Poetry, Reflections
The October Blood – Part Two
The true new beginning is to live stripped, willing and wilful at the starving edge of brightening days, where solstice endured yields to winter birthing spring.
October 28, 2015
in Photographs, Poetry
The October Blood – Part One
These wisps of disconsolation are a fleeting eulogy to falling, a carol to the withering season.
October 3, 2015
in Poetry
The Song of a Motherless Son
I curled my hand around its grace; it touched my soul like a mother’s face.
September 27, 2015
in Photographs, Poetry
Last Rites
Then when the stars tumble from the sky at the end, our shining will illuminate scars on love’s invincible face.