Fish Story. A poem.
There are lots of people who constantly lie. This is nothing new, of course. This poem is about them. Continue reading Fish Story. A poem.
There are lots of people who constantly lie. This is nothing new, of course. This poem is about them. Continue reading Fish Story. A poem.
Another poetic experiment. Each line is a single word. This poem is metaphorical, in case you couldn’t guess. Continue reading Termites. A poem.
My novel is back on track! Plus, exciting news about a book I’m reading (yawn!) Continue reading Novel Daze
Here’s another short piece I recently wrote for uni. The exercise was to create some realistic dialogue. Hope you like it. Continue reading The Diff. A short tale.
A poem about love and sacrifice. Can’t have one without the other. But at what price? Continue reading Styx. A poem.
Everything fades, in time. Especially memories. It’s funny how one person’s recollection, no matter how flawed, can become the new version of the truth…This poem is all about that. Continue reading Time. A poem.
I think I have fallen in love with blogging. Here is my ode to this magical and artistic writing form. Continue reading Blog. A poem.
Isn’t therapy wonderful? It makes you feel so good to get all that crap off your chest. Or bad, depending on how it goes. But what happens when it doesn’t go to plan? Continue reading Session. A short tale.
I blame myself for a lot of things. Actually, I blame myself for everything that’s happened in my life. Here’s a poem about that. Continue reading Outlook. A poem.
These haiku are about my love of tabletop role playing games (RPGs), particularly Dungeons and Dragons (D&D). I loooooove RPGs. Continue reading D&D. A haiku tetralogy.
Love books? Sure you do, otherwise you wouldn’t be about to click on a poem called “Books”… Continue reading Books. A poem.
A poem about fatherhood and love for one’s son. 🙂 Continue reading Son. A poem.
I often get depressed at the worst times. Like today, when I have to do work for uni and my motivation is at an all-time low. The solution? Write aimlessly about depression for my blog. Yes, I’m sure that will solve everything (I may claim to be a writer, but I never claimed to be an intelligent or coherent writer. Or a man with a plan). Sometimes I play guitar to get me back to a reasonable mental state. But, as we all know (and as I should know, by now), music played by sad people often tends to be…sad. … Continue reading Everything is awesome. Not.
I wrote this poem for someone I loved, who is lost in time, never to return. Continue reading Whovian Girl. A poem.
My life is currently reduced to boxes. Some day I’ll have a proper place to live and be able to unpack them. I’ll let you guess why I wrote this poem… Continue reading Boxes. A poem.