As I sit with a cold bag of peas smooshed against the left cheek of my painfully windburned face (Northern Ireland’s coastlines are blustery af), I gasp in awe at the astoundingly graphic yet oddly fascinating scenes of ‘Surgeons – At The Edge Of Life’, a show guaranteed to have you on the edge ofContinue reading “What Does It Mean To Be Human?”
From ‘Tyger Tyger, burning bright….’ to ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud……’ somehow words have the power to capture the emotion of the poet and freeze it in time. To evoke an emotion in the reader that may last a lifetime. Why is this so? Why doesn’t it happen when we’re reading the bus timetableContinue reading “Why Is Poetry So Enchanting?”
A December Day The air is crisp, cold and clean. My breath sparkles in its grasp like fairydust. I feel like a fairytale’s dragon. The darkness cloaks the clouds, Choking out any lasting glimmers of light, As the sun sets low in the Winter sky. The trees look fragile. Their vulnerability exposed, ByContinue reading “Poem: A December Day”
What’s going on here? Bunch of Scrooges. Cute. Which way is up? Christmas or taxidermy? OK. Yaaassss, picture + frame combo. I’m not going in. You can’t make me. Someone has too much time on their hands, obviously. Perfect. Haha love this. Does your workplace match any of these above?