August. Over but not out.

Today is the last day of the month in which I turned fifty. Edna O' Brien wrote that August is a Wicked Month; for me, it has always been a reflective month. This year was all the more so. A big birthday comes with big expectations, some pressures and big hopes. Of course, in reality, … Continue reading August. Over but not out.

Poem

50 years alive. The 13th of August 2019. Unlucky 13 for some. And sometimes has been for me. The 13th birthday when I trapped my finger in a supermarket door and lost the nail. That 13th of August when my fantastic A level results made me cry because they weren’t enough. But superstition is a … Continue reading Poem