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Current Mood: Shit, so I wrote a poem
** * * * * * * * * * * * The dreams of death and dying. The emptiness inside. This place in which I’m hiding, whilst life carries on outside. That love and life and meaning, with which I just can’t coincide. When all I have are these dreams of death and dying…
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The God of the Mountain
A short piece of writing that I completed for the Beyond the Spectrum Writing Group organised by Writing East Midlands: The stone is smooth and round and fits in the palm of your hand. Its surface is flecked with silver flashes that spark when the light hits them as the stone is turned. Tiny black…
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2021 – What a hell of a year…
It’s been a while since I posted here, not because of a lack of good intentions but simply because there was barely enough time to breathe last year, let alone find the time to update my website. I returned to work at the end of 2020 to begin a PhD at the University of Nottingham…
