The Crow This poem was written in October 2025, and was inspired by a few things all coming together at the same time. It started

This Is Goodbye I love hearing my poetry spoken aloud, it tends to bring something completely different, especially when it’s not me speaking but someone

I wrote this poem back in April 2025, having been both disappointed and horrified about the ‘goings on’ of the world for the past few

This piece was in response to a writing challenge that we had in my writing group, where we had to use a closed form of

This piece of poetry came to me after pondering over ‘The Divine Comedy’ written by Dante (compounded by the opportunity to go and see Dante’s

A piece of creative writing in response to a creative writing challenge within the Barnard Castle Writing Group that was interpreted from ‘Still Life’.

If You Could See Into My Soul The spoken word always changes how we receive a piece of writing. This is one of my poetry

A piece of poetry written about a friend, both inspiring and a comfort.

Grandpa’s Study It always had a musky smell of old books, paper and dust, even though not a speck would be found, apart from dancing