The sky outside has darkened. Through the bars of the cell the pinpricks of the stars grow stronger. The air is warm and moist. The...

You have probably not heard about this before as it is something my husband came up with – ‘Baddy Shooting School’. We are currently...

We presume to know what words mean and we don’t know enough Latin to pull words apart, dig out a definition and then to put them back...

I shouldn’t have been there on Saturday. A cancelled flight meant that a trip down south for a birthday party did not happen. I thought I...

It was that day again, that creative writing workshop day. I always intend to get myself sorted and not leave things until the last...

Last week, my friends at ‘Creativity in Care’ and their friends they had met and worked with over the last few months, perhaps even...

I have been reading ‘The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde’ for homework and on another Word page I am writing my own version of...

‘Duncan who?’ I hear you ask. Duncan Ban MacIntyre, a Gaelic poet of the 18th century, maybe even THE Gaelic poet of the 18th Century. I...

It has been a while since I have led the creative writing workshop at the Bike Shed what with the major teeth work of the mouth and...

There have been two occasions in the past that I can remember participating in a march. One was intentional and the other accidental. The...

My first memory of tree climbing happened when I was wee. Yes, I know I’m still wee, but then I was wee-er. The tree was on the edge of...

Poetry recycling was the focus of a poetry workshop I attended last week before jetting off to Glasgow for the weekend. It is something...

The assembly hall was packed with first years. They had not quite worked out the older years’ cynicism or their need to push the...

I can’t seem to just copy and paste a generic thing. I want people to know that I have read the message and that it has touched my heart....

Every second Saturday the Bike Shed in Grant Street, Inverness, hosts a creative writing workshop. Friday nights at the Bike Shed are...

Aladdin did it in Jacksonville, Florida. This is not your rubbing lamps Aladdin and his three wishes but a greyhound. He caught the...

night sky uncovered stars don't die in secret now we watch with sadness I am participating unofficially in a week’s haiku challenge....

Local Gems is neither local, nor is it about gems, not the jewelry kind at least. It is a poetry website that sets poetry challenges. A...

I was introduced to the carrot stretch this week. I didn’t know that you could stretch carrots – and it turns out that it isn’t the...

I am a sucker for poetry. I love it when it crops up unexpectedly. The Nationwide Building Society captured my heart when it included...