I think it’s worth pointing out, right at the start, that I am not a qualified therapist or doctor. I am just sharing a method I used, which taught me how to reflect and empathise, or at least gave me
Letters I never sent Read More »
Black holes are collapsed stars, white holes are privileged, assholes are too common, and potholes are not filled with pot! #brokenwisdumb #brokenwisdom
Harry sat by his owl in his one-bed flat, looking out of the only window, which fortunately had a lovely view of the park. It was dark, and the street lamps had all pinged on, creating pools of light along
Episode 1: Real Life and a Wardrobe Read More »
Originally, this was a story I’d never finish, as I never used to finish any of my writing, but last year I decided to change all that, and this was the first story of mine I completed. When I started
I wrote this for a PASTA night in Wolverhampton. PASTA is a free monthly event organised by Poets, Prattlers and Pandemonialistsis, it’s an; Open mic night with a difference. Each month we meet at the Arena Theatre and ask people to
Sheer unspeakable strangeness Read More »
I’ve always loved animals. When I was 5, we lived in this flat over a shop. We couldn’t have a dog or a cat; we wouldn’t have been able to afford to feed them anyway, but Christmas day came, and
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I have never thought about getting a piercing, never been on my list, but I am a curious sort. You may have seen my post about my tattoo and the journey that was filled with new experiences. It was during
A Piercing! I would never… well, actually… I’m in! Read More »
Last year, on my 60th birthday, I popped into a Tattoo Studio in Codsall, Wolverhampton. I knew I wanted a sleeve, something personal to capture my journey, but knew very little about Tatoos. Fortunately for me, the artists at UnderTone
My Fabulous Tattoo :) Read More »
It would be so easy to write a lovely post about the community of the Silent Book Club in Stourbridge, but I’ll start with… What is a Silent Book Club? Ok, it’s a place where a group of people meet
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If you are looking for a review of Anora, there are plenty online. This isn’t a review; it will contain spoilers, so please don’t read this if you plan to watch the film. Just to say, I think it deserved
Anora – Not what I expected. Read More »
I remember, sometime in the past, that taste in my mouth of my lover’s flesh
That moment you wake and find you’re not alone and smile
That hand, that caress when it’s still dark and quiet
Tracing the line of someone’s back in the low light
Kissing a neck in the middle of the night
There are things in this blog that my daughters don’t need to read. However, I feel I need to thank them and the wisdom they shared while finding themselves in the world. Because of them, I have found new ways
Sexuality, ED and healing Read More »
This was a short story written for the Stourbridge Writers Group. Theme: Autumn Colours and Aliens (either or both) “The transformation England goes through as it moves from its warmest period, Summer, to its coldest period, called Winter, is iconic.”
Note: Writing this blog or reverse diary makes me realise I’ve never reflected much on what I’ve lived through and usually only through storytelling to others. I’m not writing it in any order, one memory triggers another, but I will
1976 – The Social worker, the Consultant and the Brain Tumour Read More »
I wrote this for a PASTA night in Wolverhampton. PASTA is a free monthly event organised by Poets, Prattlers and Pandemonialistsis, it’s an; Open mic night with a difference. Each month we meet at the Arena Theatre and ask people
It’s not about the sunshine Read More »