Do you have the time

To talk about time? James Kirk insists that Space is the “Final Frontier” but I tend to disagree. We are managing to send rudimentary space craft into space, manoeuvre them somewhat awkwardly and sometimes even manage to get them to land where we want to. Time is proving to be a different conundrum. We assumeContinue reading “Do you have the time”

These Words are not Mine

A peek into “Old & Unwise” With only ten days till the official release of Old & UnWise – A Haphazard Collection of Poetry and Thought I thought I would throw a few titbits to those who may be tempted to purchase the book. The following is an extract of the foreword written by JosephContinue reading “These Words are not Mine”

Night Crazies

When your mind simply goes into overdrive. Inspiration is a very strange thing. It is a Shapeshifter that can be a smell, an image, a sound, the taste of charcoal in the night air or simply the sensation of a spider running down your back. We never know when it is going to hit us,Continue reading “Night Crazies”

A Night at the Prompts

Sharing poetry with pals If every cloud has a silver lining. Then for the Cumulonimbus that was the pandemic, the silver lining came in the form of friendships made online, particularly on Instagram. I had already joined the poetry community prior to the breakout of COVID-19, however, during lockdown online activities increased, and the numberContinue reading “A Night at the Prompts”

A Walk Through a Cemetery

Hidden beneath the moss Last year I paid a visit to the Brussels Cemetery for a poetry event organised by @spoken_word_bxl There was one particular grave that caught my eye. It had been covered in emerald, green moss and the inscription on the gravestone was illegible. Despite the melancholic atmosphere it was still a beautifulContinue reading “A Walk Through a Cemetery”

Cover Up Job

A meeting of two minds Although I was born in the UK and my mother tongue is English I was born of Maltese parentage. In Maltese there is an expression which loosely translates as The first that eats is the eye. When I decided to put together Old & UnWise – A Haphazard Collection of PoetryContinue reading “Cover Up Job”