Empire of Whimsy

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 ...

Yesterday was International Women's Day. To mark this occasion I was invited up to Manx Radio to take part in a live challenge as par...

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...

On this, the day of martyred lovers I recall a misunderstood comment. “One day I’ll see you live” it said. Of course it meant li...

A little while ago I wrote a poem called 31 after a day taking modelling for internationally celebrated photographer, Phil Kneen. The phot...

Hypocrisy, I’m sad to say, seems to be everywhere. This unfair, self-sided not sharing sentiment. It’s meant I've bent my pr...

I’m a loud speaker, baby. The fun-house mirror of the world. I amplify the signals. I throw back at you your words. I’m a great bi...

All week long I saw them. Those portents gleaming, squawking, hopping, cocked head, taunting, “Sorrow! Sorrow!”; giving warning. ...

A couple of months ago I was interviewed by Christy DeHaven and Dave Armstrong for a film they were creating celebrating Island of Culture....

Apparent Brainwashing Conquers Defenses Eventually Forcing Ghoulish Haters Influence Jarringly. Kakistocracy, Letting Meaningless Names (ON...

You looked at me and the love in your eyes faded And I realized it was this I was most afraid of. The swapping of fluids is only an ac...

At Christmas families are reunited Even those members you’d prefer weren’t invited We stress over food, presents and reindeer sighted ...

My body is my body. I’m not bothered what you think of it. It’s carried me through all these years no matter what I’ve thrown at it....

Here is the video of my TEDxDouglas performance. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVlINYfigNw I had a ball being involved with this. I...

That intake of breath Of fresh Air. Bringer of new ideas Unfair -ly mined By a dozen minds Or more. These spores of though...

Strength is shown in many places: bitten lips; grey gaunt faces; blistered hands and leathered heel pads; resistance of ugly school fads...

I'm Patsy. I'm Margot. I'm Daisy. I'm Zelda. I'm Tallulah. I'm Billie. I'm Janis. I'm Amy. I'm Amanda. ...

A heavy hand is on the earth, restricting smell and sight and breath. Euphoria of Summers passed. Winter's bite delayed. Withdrawl ...

The passage of time has never been stranger than now. Objectively, I know that we still orbit the same mass of energy. We still rise in t...

I’m culturally appropriating. You’re rating my passion through the eyes of a career gold digger looking for meaning unwritten, t...

Lady Gaia blew the sleep sand from her dust encrusted eye. Rippling verdantly she turned, serene in what she felt and why. Intrigued...

On the 10th November, I will be performing poetry at the first TEDxDouglas event. I feel immensely honoured by this and wanted to pay ...

Here breaks that wave. Awash I'm tossed from my mental enclave. At the mercy of my tidal sense current-lost inside my consciousnes...

Iconoclasts have come, at last to save us from this drudgery. This too-easy, this clear to see hegemony. But icons as they are s...

Poverty struck me down with spore shot, seething in the only air I could afford to breathe. Setting up time bombs in my bronchioles. Tax...

Go boldly, Vox; not long. Toll for joy or glow for glory. Now, hop off. On words. On show. On story. Form worlds from orbs of sorrow....

Her face I wear. His character I carry in this body of recycled proportions. Structures of lost-long generations speaking to me in lang...

We all do things for money When we’re naïve and young. They told me I’d regret it. They said the time would come When I’d want to ...

Let's have a little chat about reality TV. Just whose are these realities they're choosing us to see? To mock and martyr, revile ...

She swore that she would love him for better or for worse. From the wedding carriage to the funeral hearse. She swore that she would l...

Choices. We all have to make them. Which drink to drink. Which thought to think. Is this rock bottom Or nirvana's brink? H...