by Derek | May 28, 2016 | Saturday Sonnet, Writing
‘process’ I sit before a screen devoid of words and wait for something smart to come along. Ideas, skittish as a flock of birds, are steadfastly withholding their sweet song. This moment – now – the doubt begins to speak Of how the things you write are...
by Derek | May 14, 2016 | Saturday Sonnet
‘taste’ “You can’t do Jeffrey Dahmer” says the voice Inside my head that censors what I say “A gag about a cannibal?” “My choice” I counter then begin to tap away. Til inspiration blinds me as It glints Into a scene in Woody Allen’s head That features several...
by Derek | Apr 28, 2016 | Writing
So, I was the featured author on Charlie Cochrane’s blogs this week. The first time – apart from a Fahrenheit chat when Death of a DIva was released – that I’ve been interviewed. Typically, I agonised over the answers – do I want to...
by Derek | Apr 17, 2016 | Uncategorized
“There’s something wrong with Sandra,” said her mum As Sandy Sat and hugged a Prada Bag “She’s quiet nowadays; morose and glum And has a tendency to lose her rag. Since Yves, that French boy, left, she’s been this way Cos...
by Derek | Sep 5, 2015 | Food
Some debate, recently, around when Autumn starts: Is it immediately after the end of August, or does the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness kick in the September Equinox (23rd, this year)? For me, it feels like it started this week. It’s been the saddest summers...
