Dear Diary: Keith Flint

7th March 2019 I don’t like to write about someone I don’t know personally and his music was only part of the backdrop in my life. I was not fan; I did not go to concerts or have lots of memorabilia. It sometimes feels fraudulent when some dies to even comment when I have no… Continue reading Dear Diary: Keith Flint


Poetry Corner: Isolation

The isolation of confusion, The solitary of truth Our dimly lit existence I don’t know how much time is left Every second is a moment of forever And yet it may be never   It feels like the rain It doesn’t feel like pain The numbness of persistence What matters doesn’t matter Could the lights… Continue reading Poetry Corner: Isolation

Poetry Corner: Down by the River

I want to tell a story of a one-time happy boy Playing carefree by the river with his favourite toy Our picnic by the canal with cucumber sandwiches and joy I want to tell a story and describe the tartan rug And talk about a little rowing boat that nearly sunk   I want to… Continue reading Poetry Corner: Down by the River

Poetry Corner: Kurt

When the curtain rises the smiles go on, The notes crescendo so it shows They never know the truth   Another venue, another broken heart A sold-out stadium pulls us all apart On and on, no-one ever thinks about the rising cost   A standing ovation and I grow weaker somehow The cheers are louder… Continue reading Poetry Corner: Kurt

Poetry Corner: It’s Been a While

A long time ago, in this very place The age before my weary face When the scars were wounds, open and raw And I couldn’t stand the face I saw   When the whisky and tequila reigned down Every look at me was a disdainful frown And to nowhere I was headed fast Kicked, beaten,… Continue reading Poetry Corner: It’s Been a While

Dear Diary: Questions and Fears

Anxiety is crippling; not all the time, but at its very worst, it paralyses me completely. My mind fills with nothing but questions and big what if? dilemmas. The fears, are both rational and irrational, having had a paralysing hemiplegic migraine just 10 days ago I know that is always a possibility in everything I… Continue reading Dear Diary: Questions and Fears

Dear Diary: Excuse my tardiness.

Head CT and MRI, Angiogram, treatment for Acute Coronary Syndrome; was that the end of the road? I have no idea, last March my world changed completely, I was losing the battle against depression but December's debacle left me defeated and falling back into the darkness. Physically, day on day, week on week I declined.… Continue reading Dear Diary: Excuse my tardiness.

Dear Diary: I wish

I wish I had a bag full of excuses. I wish I had my make-believe life where I had a reason to get up in the morning. I wish I didn't know what pain felt like. I wish numbness didn't hurt. I wish empty didn't ache like dry bones grinding inside. I wish I had… Continue reading Dear Diary: I wish

Poetry Corner: Piñata

You don’t not hear the laughing, It’s not like you don’t see them point A jester without a costume is still quite the joke   You know the truth, you know what’s real, It’s that you learn to pretend so you don’t have to feel, A delusion that it’s not you that’s the biggest joke… Continue reading Poetry Corner: Piñata