Wednesday, 17 November 2010

Tuesday, 12 October 2010

Thursday, 7 October 2010

Friday, 24 September 2010


Sunday, 19 September 2010

Gweld Cwmwl/Cloudy Eye


Tuesday, 14 September 2010

Sunday, 12 September 2010

Friday, 10 September 2010

Tuesday, 7 September 2010

Monday, 6 September 2010

Wednesday, 25 August 2010

Lunar Baying

Tears aren't for weeping...
                          ...beds aren't for sleeping...
And life's not for dreaming - nor Dreamers alike...
        The Heaven
        The Hell
                     of my lover's spell,
                   under which I dwell
                                                  on my knees in the mud

I swear at the scar that led me this far...
                                             to an abyss that's amiss
In my life - like a scream
 ...and seeps and streams
                                    through my nightmares each night
Whilst myself...
            ...and I...
        ...and the stars in the sky...
                  will Howl!! at the moon to be rid of our plight.

Sunday, 22 August 2010

Wednesday, 18 August 2010

The Mantle We Wear

A concotion of contempt and hurt admiration,
A ridiculous cauldron of contrasting emotion,
A Heaven, a Hell, a condemned devotion -
Loss of love: life's divine damnation.

Tuesday, 17 August 2010

Sunday, 15 August 2010

Anti Pam

"Write to Speak" presents Pamela Scobie at Hull Truck Theatre

Gwyneb Gynt/A Face from Before

Friday, 13 August 2010

Monday, 12 July 2010


The relief from the grief
That you gave to this slave
From me wanting and waiting
For your nod and your wink
From my mind on the blink
From my crying, my trying
Your own self-delluding
Your egotistical wanking


Monday, 28 June 2010

Purple Paned Piws


Saturday, 19 June 2010

Feeder (Your Soul, I Think, Is Sinking)

Your mind - fried through years of fears,
Your intent - betrayed by crocodile tears
Your truth - lost, buried with sympathy
By your weak tendency to abuse all empathy.

Your behaviour - translucent, aghast in shame
By the trust of others you gained in my name.
No words - no action - will feed what you need
In this bed of roses, you thrived like a weed.

My message to you, whom I once dared call “friend”
Is but an alien concept, one you won’t comprehend:
He who lives by the sword, surely dies by the sword -
A heavy price that none can afford.

Thursday, 17 June 2010

Monday, 14 June 2010

Sunday, 13 June 2010

Friday, 11 June 2010

Radio Amgen/Elin Angharad/Sioe 184

Turn On, Tune In and Drop Out

Tuesday, 1 June 2010


Wednesday, 21 April 2010


Monday, 22 March 2010

Beast Within

Anxiety nervously haggles with reason
The sharp, treasonous taste delivering its poison
Contentment conceeds to contrasting emotion
Consuming its prey with confounding devotion


Disappointment chokes when swallowed
Coarsed with sorrow - sweetness soured
History cruelly repeating and cheating
Tidal betrayals ebb and flow against hoping

Wednesday, 17 March 2010


Weight of the World

Love’s decisive, derisive measures -
Self-induced stifling romantic pleasures,
Built on external judgemental leisures;
Fuelling need, and greed, and feed
Me now!
With promotion of karmic come up ‘uns
And pounding philosophical scatter cushions,
Comes teasingly weaving such childish notions
Of crushing coals into glistening diamonds.

Tuesday, 16 March 2010

The Scar (Ode to the Broken Hearted)

Drowning bells chime warning danger:
Deep rooted fears take heed
This love's destructive wager,
On which carniverous shadows feed.
Roads that souls fear to venture,
Haunted truths shine darkness bright
The pull and pride of ego's nature
Shrouding hope in blinding night.