Cactii

Posted on July 24, 2025 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Cactii cactuses, dry, Growing, healthy. Poem, Life, Poetry, spiky, sunny window ledge, thriving, WateringLeave a comment

Celebrate cactii

They just don’t die

Easily anyway

Not too thirsty

Find the balance

Wet or dry?

Keep them happy

They’ll thrive

Someone took a photo

Posted on July 18, 2025 Posted in Fine Art, Memories, UncategorizedTagged Art, Painting, Photography, Poem, Poetry, rakes progress, Scenery, working from a screen2 Comments

Of me painting.

Stitching an image together

Section by section

Gradually integrating

Joining blocks together

Like a jigsaw puzzle.

Pieces don’t always fit

They have to be adjusted.

The progress of a rake

Is in jeopardy!

Writing workshop.

Posted on July 12, 2025 Posted in Memories, UncategorizedTagged beat boxing, bizarre, Fun, Memories, Notes, Poetry, Tired, Words, Workshop, WritingLeave a comment

What a hot day to get up early and go to a poetry writing workshop. Hosted at BArts in Hartshill, Stoke-on-Trent.

Our writer had come up from Birmingham for the day. She beat boxed the sound of a thudding heart as she talked about nerves and performance anxiety. Then we did a series of tasks. First of all we split into groups of two and interviewed each other about our personality and likes and dislikes. I came up with things about whistling my cats or that I would fight off zombies with an umbrella!

Then we made up a poem with the phrase he/she/they are then the words we had answered with… It was interesting.

She is sponge

She is fighting with a brolly

She is fish and chips…..

It was strange but funny a bit bizarre.

We did more but I’m too tired and hot to remember!

Sent a poem..

Posted on July 10, 2025 Posted in Memories, Sketching, UncategorizedTagged local journal, Lunar eclipse, Moonlight, Poetry, Roses, Scent, Short story, Sound, Submitted, TryingLeave a comment

Our writing group is sending poems and stories to a new quarterly publication in the local area. I have sent in a poem about roses and a short story in. I’m not sure if either will be published so I’m not going to give much detail here.

The roses poem is about if you had synesthesia and could for example hear what a rose is like. The short story is about a lunar eclipse. Is that enough detail? Wish me luck!