This story is about a trip to Hoo, by train and bus, to go ‘island-hunting’: I search for the little Medway River Islands, as I had seen them […]
This is a poem (+pic) about my trip to the Hoo Peninsula, which i made because i wanted to see the little islands in the Medway which i first […]
I wrote this poem for the 2016 Dickens Festival, at which Jaye Nolan from the Roch LitFest kindly invited me to […]
This is another piece written for and performed at the 2016 Dickens Festival in Rochester. It describes the view from the young Charles’s attick room in Ordnance Terrace, Chatham. That was of […]
On a freezing cold morning on Rochester Bridge, as one looks across to Frindsbury breathing air that’s crunchy with frost and squinting from the weak sun which illuminates the river’s surface […]
This was written during one of Lisa Vigour’s Inspirational Nites, an open mic with a difference. Lisa provides writing pads and prompts and […]
Written during the Rochester Literature festival 2015, at the Nature Girl workshop hosted by Carol Donaldson. Carol showed us some ideas […]
This piece was written during Rachael Hale’s writing workshop at the Rochester literature festival. We were asked to select one of the museums […]
This concerns the contrast between the magic of the swans, their beauty and grace, within a historical context, and the fishermans hook caught in the face of the swans beak, left alone by his peers.
Caught red-handed, having fun. . . Some might say the amount of pleasure I derive from ‘brambling’ is disproportionate. But I’d say they’re wrong.
A short description of the Sheppey crossing – a road which seems to rise unsupported to the sky, hit a cloud and then crumble, plummeting all wanderers down to the spongy earth on which it seems […]
This short poem marked the start of a slight change in direction for me, being principally about the landscape rather […]
As part of the workshop in Luton Millenium park, we did an exercise to just write for 5 minutes. This was my first piece from doing that. When I walked in to Millenium Park, a young boy was […]
Sergeant Rufus Arthur Ward was killed in October 1940, when his plane was shot down in an air battle over Fort Borstal, near Rochester.
The poem is a response to Sibel Gul’s photograph of the catalpa (Indian bean) tree at Rochester Cathedral. At the time of writing the future of […]