Ode To Social Anxiety Sitting opposite my wife With my napkin On my lap, I gripped my fork and stabbed the duck, Marinated in weird oriental sauces, so I thought, Served with a smashed potato, As I was crushed… Read More ›
Creative writing
Water and Ice
I recall a short story I had written in school back in Scotland looking out of our window at the whirling snowstorm blanketing our streets, roofs and gardens. We were young. My teacher said we could reach for the stars…. Read More ›
My First Drink
This is how I described my first drink of Scotch. The biggest mistake I made in my life. It was my gateway into a path of self destructiveness that brought me close to death. But the story is about bullies…. Read More ›
Attempt at Book
I have written 70,000 words about my experience as a kid in Scotland being brought up by a fairly wealthy professional musician. Both parents were alcoholics but I try to focus on the bullying at school I could not contend… Read More ›
Trap
Wandering between two points With no other exit plan Wondering if I Will ever see the light of day Again Even though The sun is covering the earth In sweet golden light I am trapped between coordinates I put in… Read More ›
You Can’t Make It Up
I try to think Of happiness, As a concept Encapsulated in its own image. And laughingly believe I’ll be happy, Just by bringing to mind The thought, That thinking happy thoughts Would then follow Without effort And all would… Read More ›
Turtle Doves
Through orange heights, Through turtle doves, And through the alleyways, I see the love That hope enshrouds Descend and take away The thoughts I had of one I love A city far but near And in its grasp A… Read More ›
Purposeless
I woke up tired today. Hot sweet Expressos In tiny white cups, Stirred me a little. But lethargy, And the heat, And the crushing humidity Made me anxious, Gave me palpitations, Made me light headed And confused. … Read More ›
Rhetorical
I can’t shake off this furious anxiety That thwarts my breathing, to Shallow repetitive beats, Obscuring My capacity For normal thoughts, And when I wondered why those Intermittent perturbances Should even be? The question Answered itself. Image… Read More ›
No Card Needed
My signature on a Valentine’s card Will fade over time. But the aching intensity Of my love For you, Will never Be destroyed By moments.
A Different Country 