Images flicker in my mind

Sounds, sensations, heady aromas

Faded echoes of what was

Sepia-toned snapshots of bliss

I run in fear from in the dark hours of latter-day

Turning to the warm, glowing comfort

That hibernates in my throbbing head Continue reading


The longest month

July draws to a close and I’m back in the real world once again. After four weeks of firing from all cylinders, doing things I never imagined doing, achieving things I never imagined myself capable of achieving, I’ve come out the other side in one piece. The stomach aches, the vivid dreams and the sleep deprivation are all behind me now and I can go back to my video games, my drinking and my late-night horror films. The CELTA course is over. Continue reading

Where do I go from here?

I have serious concerns about my future. Ever since G-Day, more than a decade ago, I’ve been drifting from one job to the next, never staying in one place for more than two years. My CV looks like once of those old patchwork quilts and I don’t have any professional qualifications, apart from a TEFL certificate. Most jobs I’ve done were temporary, whilst others I quit because I felt trapped, lonely and miserable. Continue reading

Quarter four projections

Many thanks to those of you who gave me such positive feedback on my poetry; it’s always nice to be appreciated! Most of those poems were composed during my adolescence, the final creative burst occurring in my first year at university. I haven’t included three love poems which I sent anonymously to a girl in my halls of residence, though I was sorely tempted to do so. She was a pretty thing, all right, but in truth I felt no genuine affection for her, only a sense of mild frustration that she never expressed a desire to share my bed. So why did I write them? Continue reading