Just one last word

Just one last word

Just one last word, that’s all I want the thank you or the sorry or the wondering why – just one last word. And what were our last words, that late and windy night? You asked me to ask them to turn the light down over your bed. I kissed you goodbye. You were...
Still miss you: a poem

Still miss you: a poem

Still miss you A new day. First thing, the same thought: You’re gone and time opens up like a tablecloth spread across a minefield. Loss wells up out of nowhere Somewhere out there you can see me And I can see you But not yet Not yet. Thinking to myself If there...

Criminal activities in Frome

I’ve been so preoccupied with The Shame of Innocence lately, I haven’t spent any time on this blog. I’ve also been busy preparing a workshop on crime writing, as part of Frome Writers’ Collective’s Frome Word literary festival, running...