A blackbird building her nest in a hedge no more needed my assessment than my adhd needed the psychiatrist’s clipboard. So I watched her and she watched me while he was daein his deekin. I saw her and she saw me. And he saw his form.
Life in St Andrews might be full of abundance, but the real luxury is the raw beauty of this beach. The wind, a force of nature, pulls me into a moment of clarity. As I walk, my body follows its rhythm, burning thighs and stinging eyes becoming part of the landscape’s timeless dance.
Discovering ‘taivert’ as a word for ADHD’s relentless fatigue helped me redefine normalcy, one step at a time.
A collection of poems inspired by Dumfries and a quote from To A Louse by Burns on seeing ourself as others see us.
The poetry born from this season of loss speaks to the unspoken rituals of grief, where vigils and farewells shape our journey through sorrow. These poems challenge us to show up for death, even when every instinct urges retreat, embracing the resilience of the human spirit in the face of profound loss.
On the challenges of parenting before knowing why things are so hard
What if I’m not an overflowing mess but just trying to flow two rivers in the same channel during flood season?
A poem to recollect my father in laws final moments, written before the funeral of my beloved high school English teacher.
My Grannie was born in 1910 in Scotland and was quietly amazing.This photo is the opposite to who she was
A poem contemplating that time between the end of one thing and the beginning of another and the rest and processing that needs to come in between.
A submission on the topic “Reveal” for the Creative Future competition. My first submission.
A poem written in response to Frans Stiene’s Digging for Truth. It made me think of developing resilience and coping strategies and not thinking the storm will abate forever.
How the connection that many neurodivergent people have to their environment might be a signal that change is coming.
