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Latest Postings: Tap on the links in the written menus below to search my writing. To dive straight into my most recent pieces three will show on my front page. To browse by Category: Click the Menu drop down at the bottom of the page. Simply choose a category that sparks your interest and see what you discover.
✒️ The Poetry: From Craft to Soul
My writing journey spans over a decade, and you will find an eclectic mix of styles reflecting that growth.
The Evolution of Style: Explore everything from my early, structured days—where my poetry was more didactic and traditionally rhymed—through to my contemporary work, which leans toward free verse while still experimenting with classical forms.
Themes & Texture: I have a deep love for psychological poetry, vivid imagery, and the natural music of language. My hope is that you find lines within these pages that truly speak to your own experiences.
The Craft Behind the Words: Having dedicated several years to studying the mechanics of writing, I also share numerous craft-based articles. If you are a fellow writer or a curious reader, these insights into the “how” and “why” of poetry are for you.
📚 Coming Soon: Sneak Peeks & Previews
I am currently in the exciting throes of producing two new books of poetry that take an intimate look at psychology and the self.As these collections come together, I will be sharing exclusive snippets right here on the blog. Keep a close eye out for these previews I would absolutely love to hear your thoughts, reactions, and feedback as the project evolves.
Enjoy your time exploring, and thank you for reading!
Below see my Three Latest Posts.
- What do your senses reveal?
Does it taste like
smooth mellow chocolate
sweet, smooth and melting
leaving contentment
or is it sharp lemon tart
or nutty toasted almonds
to savour and linger over
Does it taste like
pepper, mustard and vinegar
harsh on throats hurting stomachs
or the cumulative effect of
chilli spice – the cumulative heat
that travels across skin making
perspiration shine and
nerves tingle?
Does it sound like
a celestial choir,
Dr Hook at full volume,
a playlist of romantic duets
the profound glory of Pacabel’s Cannon
on guitars supported by an orchestra
or melodic like the dawn chorus?
Does it sound like
a child learning the recorder
an errant burglar alarm
a chain saw labouring to cut a tree,
making the jaw tense and ears retract.
Does it feel like
being wrapped
in a warm fluffy blanket
safe sheltered succoured
or
an icy draft stinging the eyes
adding goosebumps to the skin
when the blanket slips?
what sort of love do you have? - Podcast Episode: Poetry, Imagery And Voice
Pip: There is something quietly radical about the idea that swapping one verb can change the entire emotional weather of a poem — and that is exactly where Sam starts us off on Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery.
Mara: This episode moves through three territories: how word choice shapes a poem’s soul, how imagery carries romantic feeling, and how reflective and narrative poems hold up a mirror to the self.
Pip: Let’s start with the words themselves — and why the ones you reach for first are rarely the right ones.
Diction and the words that do the work
Mara: The central claim here is that diction is not decoration — it is the mechanism that generates emotion. Same scene, same characters, same sequence of events; change the words, and you change the story entirely.
Pip: The post “Changing Diction: How Word Choice Shifts a Poem’s Soul” puts it plainly in a side-by-side comparison of one morning scene written two ways. In Version 1, “the light pushes in further, fighting the shadows, stridently announcing its presence.”
Mara: That single verb cluster — pushes, fighting, asserting — makes the morning feel like an assault. The speaker retreats under the duvet. Swap those verbs for dance-like ones and the speaker leaps out of bed. The emotional outcome is entirely different, and the plot never changed.
Pip: “Poetry Deserves Precision: Hunting for the Right Words” takes that further, citing Coleridge: prose needs words in their best order, but poetry demands the best words in their best order. Every word must earn its place.
Mara: The practical test offered there is blunt and useful — audit your draft and ask whether your words are marching or pirouetting. If the emotion feels flat, don’t change the plot. Change the verbs.
Pip: Which raises the question of what happens when the images those words build start doing even heavier lifting.
Imagery as the bloodstream of feeling
Mara: The frame here is that imagery is not ornament — it is the mechanism by which abstract emotion becomes something a reader can physically experience.
Pip: “The Bloodstream of Romantic Poetry” makes that case directly: “By using physical imagery, you are crossing the gap between the abstract mind and the physical body. You are literally hijacking the reader’s nervous system to make them experience your love story.”
Mara: So the upshot is that telling a reader you miss someone does almost nothing. Showing them “your absence is a cold windowpane” gives the feeling a temperature and a surface. The reader’s brain responds as though the sensation is real.
Pip: The post goes on to warn against what it calls the metaphor salad — jumping from a burning heart in stanza one to a sailing ship in stanza two. The brain cannot settle, and the poem loses its grip.
Mara: The solution is a dominant image system: one coherent world the poem stays inside. The example given is the hearth — “Your love is a hearth; / I am the kindling waiting for the spark / of your return.” Every element belongs to the same physical reality.
Pip: And specificity is what makes any image feel true rather than generic. “Your hands smell faintly of rosemary and ink” lands differently from “your hands are soft” — because proximity and detail signal that the speaker was actually there.
Mara: “The River Teaches” enacts exactly this. It is a guided, meditative poem in which the physical world — water gurgling over stones, the silk-thread coolness of a river’s surface, lavender and warm earth — carries the emotional work of release without ever naming the feeling directly.
Pip: The river does not announce that you should let go. It just keeps flowing until the knots loosen. That is the technique made into the poem itself.
Mara: From images that dissolve tension, the next territory is poems that hold a sharper kind of reflection.
Mirrors, spiders, and night music
Mara: This segment is about poems that use narrative and reflection to reveal something — whether that is the self, a moment of comic panic, or a single charged instant of sound.
Pip: “The Mirror I Stepped Through” is the most ambitious of them. It introduces a forthcoming collection built around the idea that the self we present is a negotiation between who we were taught to be and who we actually are.
Mara: The poem included as a taster captures that precisely: “Step into the mirror — and step out, shattered and whole, / as you want to be.” The collection promises short prose pieces alongside poems tracing that negotiation — the inherited scripts, the moments when the pattern finally cracks.
Pip: Then there is “Unwanted Guest,” which is the same mirror turned on a very different kind of self-revelation — specifically, the revelation that a half-inch spider can reduce a six-foot human to groping through a pile for a spider-catcher and sprinting for the window.
Mara: It earns its comedy honestly. The poem ends on a genuine pivot: “Poor spider… I wonder, was I in the wrong? / He was only a tenant who didn’t belong.” The adrenaline settles into something almost like remorse.
Pip: And “Night Music” closes the set with the saxophone’s weep, notes floating “like dandelion seeds” before charging into something more turbulent. It is eleven lines and it moves through an entire emotional arc.
Mara: Whether it is a verb that makes a morning feel like an assault, or a cold windowpane standing in for absence, the same principle runs through all of it — precision is what makes a reader feel rather than just read.
Pip: Next time, we will see what else is converging. Same place, same two voices.
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Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 