I wrote this poem as a spoken word piece, in response to this coronavirus pandemic, through the eyes of an elderly person who has lived through world war two. Five hundred quid Worked all my life for five hundred quid Ooo, these Tena ladies are on offer Worked my hands to the bone and myContinue reading “Iceland”


A character based on many women i have met during my stays in psychiatric hospitals… Muriel Beyond her twenty years She looked With her duvet of fiery red curls Coiling like delinquent serpents On a Medusa inspired scalp An artist could not etch so finely The lines which lay as an insult Upon a faceContinue reading “Muriel”

We are Great Britain

Well, we are in the midst of a global pandemic. Covid-19 has infiltrated every aspect of our lives! Here in Great Britain, we are in lockdown. At the moment we can only leave our houses for essential food shopping, collecting medication and one session of exercise a day. It may get even more confined asContinue reading “We are Great Britain”


Just a bit of a poem i wrote about the current situation… Exhausted I am exhaustedDragging these weary bones through invisible warsTV blaring its cacophony in the cornerCorvid-19 holding me prisoner within these self isolated doorsMy child climbing the walls and pleading for some freedomI feel like getting down on the floor and praying onContinue reading “Exhausted”

My Scratchcard Dreams

So easy to get sucked into the scratchcard addiction. I see people spending pounds! Which many of them can’t afford. But the is a thrill there, an adrenaline rush! My Scratchcard Dreams The queue’s quite long today I’m bedecked in hopes Wearing dreams of fortune shining down On preconditioned dissatisfaction Forced to wear a haloContinue reading “My Scratchcard Dreams”