The Marinias Trench Song

If I want to be deep, I can reach the bottom of the seafloor.   The deepest part of the sea is the Marinias trench. People thought that nothing could live down there, But there’s Xenophyophores and loads of bacteria.   If I want to be deep, I can reach the bottom of the seafloor.  …

A small part of a story

“If there were problems in the video, it’s because of the ghosts!” Sarah exclaimed, slamming a black lever arch folder onto the meeting table. Everyone’s cups rattled from the impact, liquids contained within them sloshing from side to side precariously. “It’s rammed with ghosts in there!” At the end of the table, the general manager…

How dark is the night

How dark is the night? How dark is the night that seeps through the curtains? It wanders along the streets, seeping like fog, The night was empty, filled with empty thoughts, A plastic bag flapped in the wind snagged on a tree, Trying to break free from the tiny twigs, I am the darkness, I am the…


The dirty skirt that lies on the floor, Is sad you’re not wearing it anymore, In a crumpled heap, it lies, And softly it’s tears, it cries. From warp to weft it was the best, But now it is forced to take a rest, The waist has frayed, And sewing has been delayed.

Four walls

This cold room with its four walls, Four walls that have housed me in safety Four walls which I have hated Four walls that I have loved. Who has seen me at my worst? Who has seen the tears and laughter and song? Only you and I.

End of year reflection

This year I have gained so much unexpectedly, Some things were not wanted, Some things were gained at last, More freedom and less paranoia, There are more barriers to overcome, Most imagined and hard to deal with.

Nanowrimo 2016

Doing Nano* is making my hands hurt as it always does, But I will make it through the other side, The other side of the pain, Where in the end I will have something to cherish, 50,000 words I battled through, Something that was created in the barren wasteland. *Nanowrimo

A song about a plum

There was a plum tree at the top of a hill, It’s branches leant to one side, The wind pushed them there as they grew, I went there one hot day near the end of summer, Climbing that hill was something to do, Four days left of summer, four days left with you, Climbing that…

A song about Icecubes

Climbing the hill without you is something I can do, There are no days left of summer, no days left with you, Climbing the hill helped me decide I no longer need to be with you. There’s ice cubes in the freezer just pour yourself a drink, There’s ice cubes for your drink…they’re in the…


The pond is frozen now, Ice coating the surface, Moorhens slip and skate across it, Twelve-year-old boys throw rocks, Attempting to break the pond’s new skin, Loud and young.


I see a rise of feeling, That because this person is not me, Because this person is not my family, They do not count, They are not there. The cares that are carried so painfully on shoulders not wide enough, Are they not our cares as well? Somewhere tonight a human whose life is harsher than…


Wandering on the road to nowhere among the yellow painted landmines. Painted danger warning signs. The ghosts of dead deer bolting across the lines of men. All the trees are burning and the water’s flowing black. Looking from the outside is there any way of going back.