The work I come back to every day is my novel, but I like having something shorter (something I can feel is finished within a month of starting it!) like a poem, a short story or a piece of flash fiction on the go.
I’m determined to send more of my work out into the world this year. I’d like to connect with more readers and – if nothing else – increase the number of rejections I’ve had. So far I’ve made it to the long list for the Bridge Awards and had three failed attempts to win other competitions. All that tells me is that I need to keep going and polish better.
I share a handful of stories and poems here. Some are published elsewhere, some are not.
The Common, Uncommon
A short poem inspired by an early morning walk.
The Last of April
A short poem inspired by a rainy day. When my first child was a toddler, he heard my Mum telling me about how she remembers all the blossom trees around where she used to live and how the rain would come and wash all the blossom off. For ages afterwards, my little boy would repeat the phrase to me: ‘rain comes, blossom falls off’.