I haven’t been posting a lot on my blog for a number of reasons. I have been writing a lot but I am not trusting the work at the moment. It feels like it is going in its own direction and there is so much of it that is where my poetry is headed. For now I will keep writing and try to trust my voice.
10th September 2017
last night sunburned and soaked in red wine to wash away the blood images I dreamed my first love took me back my neuroses never made him leave and all our problems were erased. I did not love the last man to share my bed he has let me down I didn’t trust my unruly mind and heart. I am not lonely my mind and time are free I have poetry and the love of friends. My skin holds the sea scent. The moon is bright from the lurching train window as we pass Diss like some polished stone and waning like my opinion of him. The sun the last few days has cauterised my feelings. This is one of a handful of poems he has found his way into I have been more inspired by shorter dalliances. I will read and sing and keep moving my pen.