Poem – Untitled

I am a red blob of pain, Black, burned and cracked, My legs and arms have left me, Stump-like I shuffle, directionless, A disembodied torso which will not die, Serrated blades point the way, All I know are knives, Don’t talk to me of life, What has life ever done for me? What has it … More Poem – Untitled

Poem – Christmas

The best I ever did at Christmas, Was when we all downed tools together, And went into the pub, Shakin’ Stevens played on the jukebox, I drank a little, not a lot, And walked home alone through the frost, To a candle-lit flat, Feeling loved and wanted by those who’d had me The best I … More Poem – Christmas

Essay – The Sadness of the King – an analysis of ‘The Last Unicorn’

“Moominland in Winter (is) as good an evocation of clinical depression as you’re ever likely to encounter.” (Will Self)  Long ago, or so we are told, there was a king and his name was Haggard. He roamed the world searching for things which made him happy, for nothing ever did – or at least, not … More Essay – The Sadness of the King – an analysis of ‘The Last Unicorn’

Random Thoughts

I have thought long and hard about whether to include this on my blog and I have finally decided that I will. It’s a collection of thoughts, written over a fairly long period of time on all sorts of different subjects but predictably, depression comes up a lot. This is as personal as my writing … More Random Thoughts