The Poet, a short story

The Farmer I don’t want to be here. I’m not a soldier. I don’t even own a sword. Hardly any of us do. There can’t be more than a dozen swords between us. The king asked me to come. So…

Some old art work

I came across some photos of art work which dates back 11 years or more, from my days as an art student in Wrexham. Ceramic Vessel was made from hundreds of pieces of broken table ware, glued against a jig…

Promise (prose poem)

Today was my first time at Penfro Poets, a Pembrokeshire poetry group. We has a workshop on prose poetry and this is the second of my exercises. This one I declined to read at the meeting as I was sure…

Walking meditation

Llangranog beach
I’ve been practising walking “meditation” on the beach at Llangranog. I begin with my awareness, in my personal here & now. Staying in awareness of myself, my physical presence and senses, I become aware what is around. The experience is…

Personal heroism

I had a moment of inspiration a while ago. It’s been running around my mind ever since. I applied this to gaining understanding of a personal experience, and I think it will be useful to others. Actually, I think it’s such a…

First attempt at a prose poem

I’ve been intrigued by the idea of a prose poem since I first heard of the form. Not sure I’ve understood the concept, I’m having a go anyway. I’m wanting to capture the essence of a moment. I shared this…