Five minute poem. Summer In Oslo I remember the first night of summer in Oslo, exchanging easy conversations with my Norwegian housemate Kristian, a gentle giant with three kids, a soft voice and… Continue reading
I’ve written a lot of poetry this year…but Witness has to be one of my favourites. It will appear in an upcoming collection but you can listen to it now if you like…here.
5 minute poem. Why Are You Here? The lady in the cafe takes my order, chai latte, banana muffin, then says ‘why are you here?’ Like she’s never met anyone from outside her… Continue reading
Filling Horse Nets In Winter We climb the long, steep track, to the small stone farmhouse, dug into the rugged hillside. Our short, young legs burn from the effort. I tug… Continue reading
After Life Have you ever been so beautiful? Hair pale as moonshine, skin ornamented with luminous blue rivers. You haven’t got used to being alone yet. I follow you to the cafe,… Continue reading
The Empty Room Our writing is archived on your bedroom walls, alongside dragons you practised sketching with multi-coloured gel pens. Your parents weren’t cool with it. Your mum called my dad who… Continue reading
Does your heart have a space reserved for the folklore of Scandinavia? Do you write poetry or prose? Could you create a piece of writing about the creatures that dwell in the mountains,… Continue reading
Snow Sucked Clean He knows the way home, even when the moon has been consumed. But this night, the air is colder than he can ever remember. The inside of his small… Continue reading