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...

She tells me to imagine a well, or a fishpond, Julia Cameron in her book, ‘The Artist’s Way’. There are big fish, little fish, fat fish,...

A little seed A little soil A little sweat A little toil A little waiting A little weeding A little compost A little feeding A little...

I was called up for jury service the other week. It was a letter with a demand that I show up at the county court, and a threat that if I...

Three o’clock in the morning and a moment of wakefulness, the phone was next to the pillow. I end my day listening to classical music. I...

There is not one of us who has not thought very carefully about what brings satisfaction in life. If life really is really like a box of...

I confess that I am not the green-fingered gardener I would like to be. It’s all about patience, isn’t it? You plant things and you wait,...