Scribblings

How to be Free

”A survivor, fae, wild creature, figment of imagination, mine. It’s been a fight from the moment of birth, to live free for my time on this earth. A mystery they say, blood of the aliens, I can’t be helped but can help sometimes with my […]

Sarah’s House – An Irish Ghost Story

Sarah’s House – An Irish Ghost Story

The day Sarah was buried her house fell down.┬áHer brother sold the land to a neighbour for less than it was worth, on one condition, the house must never be rebuilt. As further insurance he planted a tree in the old hearth. In those days, […]

‘Going In’ – A Poem

‘Going In’ – A Poem

‘Autumn drawing to a close is silent, everything is still now. Soon the last leaves will fall, all in a rush, the years final bow. The house and I, today we hide, the fog has carried us away. The outside world has vanished, it wasn’t […]

A New Poem

With each new day comes new hope and regret, regret for the morning, knowing I won’t remember it, hope for the words I might write yet. I’ll linger to imprint, extend and savour, see the flowers linger too this fair October, but it can’t last, […]

The Weekend

The Weekend

Monday again. Monday’s don’t bother me anymore because I’m at home and the things that drive me crazy happen everday, routine, schedules… the dishwasher. If anything I love Monday’s in the same way I love mornings, and January. Fresh starts, new beginnings, and the smell […]

September Morning (Poem)

‘Begin here, September morning, The family’s at work and school. It is strange and good to be alone. There isn’t a sound here, not a sound, not even the cat. I already walked him to his food, he likes me to do that. Now he’s […]