Monthly Archives: December 2014

So many years I have had the Writers’ and Artists’ Handbook poised at new year, thinking, say 2003, is going to be my year…. It wasn’t, though there’s a lot to look back on and edit. This year I am … Continue reading →

Just a big thank you to everyone who stopped in to have a read of my work this year. After having a little break from creative writing, and definitely from the weekly criticism sessions at university, it means so much … Continue reading →

It was an icy morning. Cold hung on everything You gave me tea and toast, but that was all When I stepped into the cold, you asked if I had a scraper Then hid round the back of the double-glazed … Continue reading →

The Taking We knew the soldiers were coming Hid in our beds, no one to protect us Goods on the shelf waiting to be stolen Before, that day, we had lessons Cursed algebra, embraced Shakespeare Explored China, played tag outside … Continue reading →

Originally posted on beckydeans:
Twelve weeks to stop the diggers We are but Common people. You can see the furrows in our brows. We only want to protect what is ours And has been ours for centuries. We only want…