I’ve been in residential housing for a month now, and it’s a strange kind of in‑between place. Not unsafe, not dramatic — just quiet, awkward, and full of routines that don’t feel like mine. My flatmate and I barely speak. We cross paths at meds time, nod politely, and then disappear back into our own …
I wrote this during the weeks my son’s father was in hospital. It’s a piece from a time when everything felt fragile. This was also many decades ago. Your life has been a challenge, and still the battle goes on Think of yourself as a warrior and that the fight has almost won Remember you’ve …
This is a poem about addiction to alcohol. I felt chained whilst I was writing this many years ago. I’ve been sober for Over a 1 year. It remains a demon Though for attention, demanding I be aware Be conscious, Mapped the unmapped waters. My animal cortex, uncontrollable and controlling, A paradox, with my …