Through Belfast streets on Paris walks We meet Kilfeather, Kilpatrick the lost A missing notebook a friend long gone working apart or in the same song? Suspense it hangs truth out of reach The writing’s fast the chapters brief We flit, we float between the two the question is – just who is who?   […]

 The sun blinked on and off, misty rain came and went and this Bank Holiday weekend I managed to finish putting all my corrections and revisions of The Draft (from at least two previous read-throughs) onto the computer. The perils of working old-skool! I did essentially double my work time but I also feel that […]

On Saturday, I braved the monsoon that descended upon the north coast ALL DAY to take a trip over the misty mountain and into the City of Culture for another of the Verbal Arts Centre’s fantastic free workshops – this time with former BBC journalist and successful author, Felicity McCall. The two-hour slot was to […]

  Last Friday I took a very scenic trip along the north coast to Carnlough, passing through barely there villages and driving curiously along little twisty tree-lined roads and spacious mountain thoroughfares. I ended up in a small town snuggled against a beautiful backdrop of mountains and fronted by a calm blue bay. I was […]

  I may have to admit that I’m missing NaPoWriMo… just a little. The demand to write a poem a day was sometimes quite stressful but then again, they got written and May has brought with it a distinct lack of poetic creativity! (Well, so far).  Anyway, I wasn’t able to go to Ms Gruer’s […]

This week, I have been keeping myself busy with not one, but two writing workshops, so I will begin with the most recent, which took place at the Roe Valley Arts & Cultural Centre in Limavady yesterday morning. The class (which focused on poetry!!) was led by Irish News columnist and BBC Radio Ulster broadcaster, […]

Rain The hall was finally destitute and the insignificant door was Drinking rain and black branches by it Noisily normal and compatible Space is further than I suppose it.   Space is saner and less of it than I dream Malleably singular. She caresses and squeezes A plum and sucks the flesh and tastes The […]

évasion Paint pots – smears of azul y rojo, greens and yellows cluttered onto pages cream black Caterpillar letters crawl across the screen dust fairies dance almost unseen Steam blushes from milky, frothing machines y sueños ellos se esapan Wahrheit hovers slips unseen, takes with it a  pear-shaped hole of sweet escape.   Mé fada […]

It was most definitely all about the writing this weekend past, as I managed to fit in a creative writing class with Bernie McGill (above), wrote my NaPoWriMo poems and… finished the second read-through/corrections of ‘The Draft’! On a surprisingly sunny Saturday morning, I took the beautiful coastal route to Ballycastle to join Bernie’s one-off […]

    Wolves   I do not want to reflect any moreEnvying, despising unreflective thingsFinding pathos in dogs – undeveloped handwritingYoung girls doing their hair and all the castles of sandFlushed by the childrenæs bedtime, level with the shore. The tide comes in and goes out, I do not wantTo be always stressing its flux […]