For the divorced ones

For the divorced ones

⁣You said I do⁣and you didn’t⁣intend for it to end⁣the way that it did. ⁣God knows. ⁣⁣And God knows ⁣how much it takes⁣to hold ⁣beautiful and broken⁣people together.⁣More than you know. ⁣⁣And more than you know ⁣stood at the altar⁣with hope and dreams⁣of...
How to Carry the Sun – a poem

How to Carry the Sun – a poem

It’s not every day you sail into the sunset. In fact, it may be that you’ve never sailed – in which case you could find a place at dusk facing the horizon and just as the sun’s gentle fingers  brush against the evening’s curve you could close your...
Fallen Stars. a poem and reflection on bankruptcy

Fallen Stars. a poem and reflection on bankruptcy

Yesterday, I was shamefully reminded of a decision I made in 2013 to move into voluntary bankruptcy. Yesterday, the 7 year old record of bankruptcy record was an instant roadblock to something I really wanted to do. I’m still down about it, to be honest. Hence, the...
Early Samples of the AudioBook

Early Samples of the AudioBook

I cannot begin by explaining how this all events fell into place so quickly and smoothly but the audiobook for The Wrestle is complete and will go on sale 15th November 2020 directly via this website.** What makes this audiobook special to me is that a very kind and...
Join me in unboxing my new book, The Wrestle

Join me in unboxing my new book, The Wrestle

Guess what!?!  The proof print copy of my new collection of poetry, The Wrestle, arrived in the post today. I pressed record on the dash to share the moment with you.  I even read the title poem from the collection. It is due for pre-sale in a few weeks with the...
How I’m Busy – a poem

How I’m Busy – a poem

The reply, ‘Sorry I’m busy’ s’enough, to appease the greatest request. Rarely do you need to say more, ‘Busy, how?’ is anyone’s guess. So I’ve made a list for those of you, who feel guilty when trying to say No. Twelve...
How was it, Ishmael?  a lectionary poem

How was it, Ishmael? a lectionary poem

How was it she waited The troubled princess Till her very own Was on water like you To cast you out Class you out Race you out Have you escorted out At your mothers side How was it your father Heard YHWH Granting him obedience Beyond his troubled soul To send you out...
Mid-Crisis Life

Mid-Crisis Life

It’s as if the car broke down on our way to the future. And instead of waiting on the highway for roadside assistance, we moved into the car. I’m working from a plastic camping desk in my garage. A two-and-a-half grand Macbook on an shaky thirty dollar...