Tax Return

comes around too quick
like an eager aunt
and rests on my mind
like a skull cap.

The Runner (Extract)

Extract from my latest script..

Muscles grind and sinew pushes bone.
My heart does its best to keep up.
My blood begins to boil, sweat collects
in the caves of my body.
The cold stings my ears.
My muscles are suffocating,
there is little oxygen left in them.
My vision is blurry, from tears
or sweat. I’m not sure which.
The bones in my feet throb
and I can’t feel my thumbs...

Blog

I think the way most bloggers use blogs sums up peoples idea of creativity. They are a platform to be heard and show the world what you've got. They mostly seemed to be used to show what other people have done, like photographers, artists, bloggers (usually uncredited). I hope if you found this blog somehow, you'd enjoy my work and not worry about my tastes.

So far 2011, you've made me ill,

I'm tired, slightly fatter,
having Quality Street withdrawls,
popping Berrocas for the colour
it turns my wee.
(However, I'm hungry with ambition)