A Morning at Patrick’s

Morning time. Four men sit at a table under the arches of sprawling leaf covered branches, accompanied by a sole woman. Raucous roars reverberate, bouncing off the metal panelled fence. Voices rise and fall as hands makes gestures with enthusiastic vigour. Pauses of silence are occasional. Less often, a wave …

Little Wren (Poem)

Sitting on a fence post, dainty as a fairy. Long tail high in the air, flitting this way and that. Always alert, at the ready, trusting in the wing. Admirers watch from afar, listening to your chirpy ‘tsst’ and chit. Wondering how your spindly legs, support your puffball body. Your …

Lost

Lost She walked away Out of sight He was left alone She stepped into the shadows Obscured by darkness He did not follow She took a path Rocky and undulating He could not see her She climbed a cliff face Bare knuckled grip He turned backwards She fell far Contorted …

Writing when distractions and reasoning are in battle

Distractions – First level Distractions pop their little heads up constantly, all vying for attention. My attention. Each one wants to draw me further away from my writing. “If you tend to me” says one as another swiftly interrupts, shouting “You will feel much better if you spend time with …