Publication: Landfall Anthology

My poem ‘Evenstar’ has been published in Landfall: Anthology of New Writing from the Federation of Writers (Scotland) 2017. 

It can be purchased here – https://federationofwritersscotland.wordpress.com/members-publications/new-voices-press/

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Christmas designs out now.

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The Christmas 2017 range is out now –

As well as these new designs, there is also a Frozen ‘Do You Want To Build A Snowman?’ lyric print. 

Lady Gaga art

I have recently listed two Lady Gaga themed art prints in my Etsy shop. 

The ‘Born This Way’ lyric art is available in three sizes – 4 x 6, 8 x 10 and 8 x 12.

The dictionary art is available in two – 4 x 6 and 8 x 12.

These are both included in the current Halloween offer – 30% off all orders of £15 or more.

On Friday the 13th all orders will also receive a complimentary 4 x 6 Freddy Krueger dictionary print, on of our Halloween exclusives which is only available until the 5th of November.

Halloween Sale

There is a sale currently running in my Etsy shop  – 30% off all items when you spend £15 or more. Offer expires 31st of October.

As well as this, there are currently many new designs including 7 Halloween exclusives. These are available as a bundle, as well as individually –

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A Nosferatu design

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A Freddy Krueger design

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A Morticia Addams design

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A Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein set (also available individually).

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A Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children design

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A Woman in Black design

These Halloween exclusives will only be available until the 5th of November.

The Oak Tree

The tree still stands, your very own monument.
A well intended memorial yet incomplete,
the absence of the tree house conspicuous.

Its clawed arms lie upwards and empty,
questioning a deaf and clouded sky
and cloaking itself in leaves to overcompensate.

A magpie nests where we used to clamber,
hoarding its glittering treasures,
attempting to fill the void within itself.

I swear for a moment, I can see you
hanging by the tips of your scraped fingers,
a budding smirk on your earthy face –

but it’s gone just as quick,
the magpie’s beady eye meeting my gaze as if to say,
there’s some things you can’t replace.

Previously appeared on The Blue Nib, 2017.

On Her Sorry Tale

What does the moon truly symbolise?
It was the first piece of yours I read.
Its words hooked into my mind,
tiny mountaineers, leaving a trail of fear.
This lunar reflection of mine;
her effervescent eyes trapped
in your carefully constructed lines.

Her sonata a striking omen –
a reminder of my temporary status.
Its cautious lines threatened to slice,
to dice my exposed arteries.
Back then I read shapes from leaves,
begging for the moon to spare my life –
to allow me to emerge from her shadow.

Too fragile, I was a hatching egg,
unaware that soon I would break free
of my constricting cocoon,
seemingly made of granite.
Cracks began to appear
and that’s how I survived to remain here.

Previously appeared in Sarasvati (42), 2016.