I can think of nothing sadder than a goldfish in a bowl.

Swimming in tight circles, such a lonely fishy soul.

With your tiny bulbous eyes, that pine to see the sea.

Longing for a little lover, to share your dull eternity.

All you have for company is a silly plastic weed.

Nothing to look forward to, except tomorrow’s…

Crowd fundraising to self-publish my poetry book

We all have a dream and mine has always been to write a book, and get it published. I had planned to get this done by the time I was 30, but life got in the way.

Recently I sent a children’s book I’d written to literary agents…

I want to hear all the things

that you keep secret,

everything awe-striking and 

painfully terrific.

Take your whisper and toggle it into

greater decibels,

fearfully terroristic,

cleansing and apocalyptic.

I want more

than what your shoulders will shrug and

the actions that keep you silent,

your substitute for verbal expression,

the dishonesty of your discretion.

I want you to see…

Unlike Spaghetti Westerns

That turned no name cowboys

Into household names

The Poetry Festival did not

Turn this no name poet

Into a well-recognised brand

Famous for book tours & launches

Friday’s Open Mic session cancelled

Saturday’s cut by half to fifteen minutes

I held no hope for my chance at fame

And making it onto Sunday’s stage

Crowds were thinning by afternoon

Late appearances…