Intro, NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018

NaPoWriMO / GloPoWriMo 2018

Thank you followers old and new for joining me in 2018’s National and Global Poetry Month 🙂

To learn more about this poetry challenge visit:

I have participated in this challenge in 2016 and 2017. Each one was a different journey, different landscape and emotions. It is exciting to have a deadline (a bit of pressure never hurt). It is also important to remember that (to me) this is a game of exploration and learning: a time to experiment with styles.

Feel free to link to your own work on the comments in this post if you would like to share your words with me. 🙂

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Spring love to you.

Creatively yours,


Intro, Photographs

Visual: (some) Photographs of my World

It is fascinating to get lost in a small world; to get lost in the ignored cracks. I love seeing faces in things; stories in shapes and the unexpected beauty of some of the ugliest things. Having said that, I also love some of the most beautiful things out there: nature and its perfect formation. I find peace and hope in the natural world getting on with it. (Geometry and nature go hand in hand, too.)


CedeRed – SadieLazarus: DeviantArt

(Featured Photograph: Mono by MF)


Intro, NaPoWriMo2016, Poetry

Day Six #NaPoWriMo 2016

One Cheese Rule
No such thing as too much cheese:
(add grapes and taste a kiss)
Puppy treat: Good Girl.
A poem about food.
I will tell you this: I don’t think I’ve ever written any prose in which food doesn’t feature. I have always eaten eagerly. Growing up I was “the trash dump”. I am (just a bit) pickier these days; tricky tongue grows with you, but I wonder if I will be able to write about food on demand, rather than it creeping up on me towards the “Oh, no, I went all Enid Blyton super secret midnight feast on this one” realisation.
My parents love an anecdote from way back: I had a gastrobug and was on a bland diet and I started to feel alive and hungry again. Being good at keeping myself entertained, I sat down to draw and I did a full A4 of all the foods I couldn’t eat until I got better. I remember drawing a hot dog but I don’t actually remember that I was sick.
When I was working on my novel, banging chapters so that they could be workshopped in class, I know some of the stuff I churned was not as wholehearted as it could or should have been. There was a chapter called Sandwiches, however, in which 2 characters discuss some morbid gossip over a plate of (yes, that) and mugs of hot drinks. It was so important for me to make sure these characters ate realistically that I described crumbs on tache and (very rude) chews interjected by loud words of disbelief. Mucky eaters they were.
It’s a short poem but it does not mean that I do not mean it just as much as if it were an epic.
You could call it a way of life and a direct quote. It also feels quite disjointed but I think I need dinner.

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