Piledriver Waltz pt 2 – View From The Bridge

A view from the bridge The ‘piledriver waltz’ had happened four days ago, but I had not stopped thinking about the Girl. I wondered where she was and if she was with people who cared about her. I wanted to find her and hug her, and just tell her everything was going to be OK….

Piledriver Waltz – Pt 1- Yellow Jacket

Everything I write about in this blog is true. Despite how poetic or descriptive I try to make it, there is not one lie or empty word. In this case the words are mine, but this story really belongs to a young girl I have never met, and missed bumping in to by about five…

‘From The Morning’

I was annoyed with myself for even considering taking the walk downstairs to the canteen. Past all of the faces expecting me to smile and greet them like I was the host of some elaborate but shit party. I wanted to just stay slouched at my desk, behind the two big monitors I had strategically…

Hide and Seek

The usual process is to sit on the floor and hide my face, a bit like a young child playing hide and seek for the first time, waiting for the grown up to come and find them; but I didn’t want to do that this time. So, I tried to become that child who is…

Moonstone… Pt1

She projects and intense vulnerability that turns to defiance when provoked, and it didn’t take much. Any multitude of non-events could lead to insubordination you would never expect from something some innocent. Despite this, people found themselves forgiving her not long after. Naivety was a common misconception but one that she allowed to continue so…

Moonstone…

“She is obsessed with the night, and her true self twinkles through the constellation of characters she has created and incorporated into her persona. In a galaxy so vast that all sense of time and reality have ceased to exist, it is hard to know which star is the original. It’s possible that she isn’t…

Black Eyed Dog

I know I’m sad when I write poetry, and I know I’m depressed when I can’t even bear the thought of picking up a pen. When I am staring at myself in the mirror for long periods of time to try and force the tears to stop – well that’s a different thing all together,…