The Cereal Poet
Upon this box, a sonnet bold and bright, In breakfast mode, where crunch and munch collide, A poet’s...

Upon this box, a sonnet bold and bright, In breakfast mode, where crunch and munch collide, A poet’s...
Bert didn’t like barbecues. He didn’t like mingling. He didn’t like paper plates. He didn’t like the way sausages always...
I'll be honest, I do like messing with proper poetic form. In some cases, I'll mangle it completely. And in...
I use Scrivener and DropBox. Which is the same thing as saying: I like hitting myself in the head with...
CAST: NARRATOR (Grams) HENRY CRUN (Chip Shop Proprietor) MINNIE BANNISTER (His Assistant) ECCLES (Customer) FISH (A very posh fish) PIE...
Posh Pants I thought a sonnet needs a bit of work, Something to make it feel a bit less stuffy, ...
Let’s be honest, dear reader: if you spend all your days writing about purple elephants in bowler hats and penguins...
There was this pair of knackered socks, They had seen better days, And they were due for a...
[Scene: A desk. A writer. Too much caffeine. Not enough logic.] ⸻ SCENE: A WRITER’S ROOM. The wall glares. The...
Hello dear reader. Welcome to my shed. It’s not a shed in the real sense. But I like to imagine...
Arnold Figgins, an unremarkable writer with remarkable procrastination skills, sat hunched over his desk, staring at the blank page before...
[Scene: A cluttered writing desk. A man. A mug. A murmuring mind.] SCENE: ANDY’S STUDY. A mug of tea steams...
Connie was dying for a piss, But the vicar was there, It was a day of summer bliss,...
Or: How I Accidentally Wrote a Haiku About Cheese It started with good intentions. Which is how most of my...
Welcome to Writerings — a collection of thoughts about writing, creativity, and why your brain sometimes makes a chicken noise...