Journal – Poem

Open books lay on the table
Facts about a man not able 
Tell the story few want to know
And how a man put on a show…

Lesson 3: …to not say, “Just kidding”

I learned to be vigilant with the words that escaped from my mouth. Internally, I ask myself, Am I sincere in what I am about to say? How will my audience interpret my words? Are they kind and upbuilding?

Smile Today – Poem

The peace of sleep shattered by the dying
The rising sound of a baby crying
Roused from the bed I preset today’s stage
There’s no good news on the newspaper page…

Love Song – Poem

There is a song I once did hear
That brought me joy and peace of mind
Of lovers found and thoughtful leer
With one for each of all mankind…(Read More)

Friend or Foe? – Poem

I wrote this poem specifically to work out the obsession with alcohol of Tom Jacobs, the protagonist in my debut novel, Getting Home.


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Shadows of Doubt – First Draft

This past weekend I started a new novel, working title, Shadows of Doubt. I already have a good idea which direction it will take but would be interested in some input on the front end. Below is a very rough draft of the opening 1500 words. Please share your thoughts.

SEO For Bloggers

Hey, beautiful people. I had the wonderful chance to meet the beautiful Maria (blog linked; check her out!) a while ago and we had a wonderfully fun day out in Brighton, eating cheesecake and chatting about blogging. (And slowly but surely murdering our long-suffering bank accounts.) As we both blog in different ways and drive […] […]

The Price

This one comes from a darker place. I’m hoping dark poetry is your forte. Enjoy.

Eternal Pain – a Poem by

Screaming on impact, agony wails
Lines stolen from time, ever prevails
Fierce violence lives, blood baths move on
Though scars are now hid, nothing is gone…