Empire of Whimsy

 Hard to explain how much I hate the word humble Insidiously supplanting sincerity and stumble- Spoken into each gobful of gratitude as toke...

 And so here we go again, Pitting flesh swollen with unshed tears. You'd think after all these years we'd know The earlier signs, th...

Romero was a romantic. Voluntary Zombification wasn’t included in his epic. Nor was informational monetisation . We are the mu...

We wear our palms out applauding luck as if there's any skill in such; like raffle tickets are determined by solid research. Candles...

it’s tomorrow already and all days are gone. what once was hope’s now broken, floating            motes. it’s too much already a...

This year's Manx LitFest was a whirl of inspiration for me. I managed to attend more events than last year, but still not all of the...

***TO BE READ IN A BROAD NORTHERN ENGLISH ACCENT*** Bob and Mary live in a semi. They spend most every evening watching repeats on the...

We are all searching for some meaning. This curse of consciousness silk screens our experiences into something more than just living...

“Those who can, do. Those who can’t, teach.” is used usually at the end of a speech in that tone of sneering smugness reserved for...

As I woke the other day the sky broke. Big, grey splotches on concrete. Each one a cocktail thrown by an ex-lover in defeat. Dre...

I got to the scene and wouldn’t you know, there were people about, watching the show. Squinting eyes under clammy palm, I can just a...

Definitions of self are elusive at best, Perceptions formed through actions or reactions or inactions that surprise. The lies we...

The gift of a science celestial. It’s the atmosphere’s firework festival. The night is a warm one, breath-catchingly clear with the ...

“They didn’t get rid of you, then?” They all said, eyes glinting. The gossip-beast slavering to be fed. “Got rid of me? Hah! For w...

Trust rusts When taken for granted. We’d started not to see each other. Another role to fulfill. Being responsible against our...

We gathered in our thousands to rend the sky with roar. To celebrate the lives and rides of those who went before. Armour plated...

Gothic institution, high on island hill. Oceans of ink. A sky entirely made of quill. The Warden’s keys jangle alarmingly in the lock....

Fear steers our ideals. I like to pretend that my intentions are guided by pride in my liberty but honestly, it’s obvious ...

Today I had a great time on the Manx Radio program Women Today, talking about all things poetry, the Oscars and performing some of my poems...