It’s a freezing cold night, I can see my breath as I yawn the day away whilst waiting for the tube. I want to read the rest of my book whilst I wait but the thick woollen gloves make page turning awkward but I want to read this right now. There are only a few […]Read More Reflections: A Love Letter To Patti Smith
Our lives are dominated by commerce. We must work to live, some live to work and others just get by. So it isn’t surprising that in this day in age, there are lots of people, like you and I, who work on our art during our lunch hour, a few moments on the commuter train […]Read More La Vie Bohème!
People either love the fact I am a poet or they rip into me like poetry went out of fashion in 1889. I’m sorry that poetry isn’t your thing but neither is watching reality TV or eating animals; we all have our own lives. I do however feel, as a woman, I sometimes get a […]Read More Blood and Ink