Is… Green is listening Green becomes Green is red Green beckons Green submerges Green wishes Green is born Green breathes…
Puppet on a String
This isn’t me, or is it…? I am waving, yet I do not wave. I am pulled in every direction your fingers in my dreams only a body to offer – the answer between my legs. +++ It began in
To Eynsford with Granpop
He drove a pale blue Ford Anglia, sometimes you would ride on the rear wings travelling through the lanes at twenty-miles an hour. There was a hollowed oak tree that he called the witches house and you would scream as
I feel
I feel like an advocado being cut open to remove the stone I don’t feel the knife… I feel the sudden, smooth, slick emptiness I feel as if I have neglected my dreams I feel the opposite of an oyster treasuring
Live on Stage at the Komedia Studio Theatre – 4th June 2017
Acute Psychotic Episode III – When the Change Came A brief extract from the beginning of the show… I was first diagnosed with bipolar disorder twenty years ago, in 1997. Ten years later my story of breakdown and recovery was