The Choices We Make
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NaPoWriMo Day 24 Precious Breath Breath in, breath out, the body’s tide So seldom thought about. To breath is automatic when You’re healthy there’s no doubt We do it from the day we’re born Until our final one. We rarely truly think of it Like thinking ‘bout the sun. The only time we pay it…
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NaPoWriMo Day 10 The World That Was Old trees, old friends, gone now to the mill Here where once of old I dwelt Tall trees, strong trunks, now an empty hill Their passing so keenly felt Tall trees, old trees, now there’s none remain ‘Neath whose fragrant boughs I’d rest Small trees, wind warped, claim…
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NaPoWriMo 2026 Day 6 Things I Could’ve Said Is it better to regret sometimes a thing that we have said or words that sit still on our tongue and live within our head There’s times that I have said a thing caused hurt which was not meant Yet other times I’ve held my tongue ‘til…
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Flash Fiction February Day 15 The High Price Of Doing Business “We need to bury the axe until after this meeting. If they smell even a hint of blood in the water we are finished.” Alex, tall and elegant in a tailored gunmetal suit leaned against the doorframe of his office. A cigarette angled up…
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Don’t Open That Window “Does that plane look like it’s on a normal flight path to you?” Doug’s wife looked up from the novel she was reading. “What plane is that then?”, she asked peering skyward and feigning and interest she definitely didn’t feel. She was just getting to the juicy bit and didn’t feel…
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A Thief’s Tale Gabby moved smoothly along the crowded platform towards her mark. Slowly, casually closing the distance. She had spent half the morning watching the jewellery store, waiting for the right person to make their purchase and exit. Pine’s Jewellers was a high-end store. She knew she could only dip one of their clients…
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Deeds Endure If you look back to cent’ries pastTo names of great renownWe know the words ascribed to themAre ones they did not sound. It’s deeds we know for deeds endureFrom one age to the nextAnd those who will do naught but talkWill vanish as though hexed. Qin Shi Huang, Napoleon,Great Caesar and the restAll…
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Well, I’ve survived another month of poetry without my brain actually dribbling out my ears. Now I just have to wait for it to stop automatically trying to rhyme every single word I think of. So grateful to everyone who takes a few minutes from their day to read these. Speaking of gratitude… Enjoy! Choose…
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I was thinking about how as a species we have gone from having too little access to information, to having a surfeit of it. Along the way, precious little has been done to teach us how to critically assess everything we consume now. This poem is about that. Enjoy! A Brief History of Information Overload…
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As I have mentioned a few times, I have been off work for some time for health reasons. I’m finally going back in a week or two and financially, it’s not a moment too soon. Personally though the past few months have had one important upside. More time with my wife, dog and extended family.…
Brain Bits To Go 