As a poet the English Language is incredible. It is a gift. It is constantly growing and changing.Read More
The reason I saved this one until last, and until the day of my twenty-fifth birthday, is that I think it’s the most important, and the one that needs to be screamed from the rooftops.Read More
This week’s country was suggested by Kat – she gave me two options; Poland or Mongolia. I figured why make it easy for myself, and chose Mongolia.Read More
This is a new series I will be doing, in which I go around the World looking at poets and poems that have originated from different countries.Read More
These are all of me
My typed out twin.
‘There is written, her fair neck round about: Noli me tangere, for Caesar’s I am’Read More
If you are not willing to learn, no one can help you. If you are determined to learn, no one can stop you…Read More