The day was uncommonly warm. Slowly, silently, the vines suckled at the sunlight, soaking in the humidity. Inch by inch, green claws grasped new terrain. A day. One week. Two. The garden was theirs. Nothing else left unconquered. Still, leafed … Continue reading
This piece won a runner-up position in the Two Voices Competition, organised by Writing the City. It’s a great place to meet fellow writers, share your work and get critique. Also – they hold monthly themed competitions – so you … Continue reading
Time has passed since I wrote this piece. I don’t usually write poetry, and when I do, it’s often not to play with words and language like the best poets do. I suppose they are cathartic pieces, a way of … Continue reading
I told father ………. “A poem would suffice” He retorted ………. “I’m no poet” I told father ………. “Just a few lines” Father cobbled together ………. lines, lyrics. A word here, a phrase there ………. from obscure songs. His favourites. … Continue reading
“Sometimes magic is just someone spending more time on something than anyone else might reasonably expect.” Wisdom from Penn & Teller’s silent half.
Roald Dahl put it another way: “Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”
