Poem: The Plum Tree

Video link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HdD3K84oyvI ————————- Preamble: It’s been a busy month-and-a-half with moving house and doing my poetry reading last month, but we are more or less settled in our new home in a small village in Drenthe. It’s beautiful and peaceful here, with some proper woods nearby, where I’ve already enjoyed a few walks. Still,…

The only way out is through (some writing advice)

I wanted to share something I’ve discovered, while completing two first drafts of novels and a memoir which has had a bunch of re-writes/edits, and beta readers. 4-5 years ago, I never ever thought I’d have accomplished any of this. I could never see anything through, always flitting from idea to idea, only writing when…

Updated: Poetry reading, 2nd of July

Drum roll, please! I have quite spontaneously decided to take the plunge and do a poetry reading. And my rather fabulous mother, Fanny Parow Knill, will be accompanying me on the harp. Featured work will be some of the poetry I have posted here previously, plus some brand new stuff. In July we will be…

Poem: A Change in the Weather

I like rain, I tell myself. I would rather bundle up against the cold than face the slick sheen of sweat and sunscreen that feels heavy on my face and distorts my vision, – an inevitable consequence of summer. And all of this is true. But, as the heat rolls in, with its pungent floral…

Poem: Home

It wasn’t the soaring mountain peaks perpetually capped with snowNor the green and purple lights speeding across the night sky It was not the round pebbles and jagged rocks under my bare feetThe shrieks and joyful splashes of water, the gathering storm Not the smell of rotting leaves and mushrooms, with the frost slowly descendingNor…

Poem: Calamity

CalamityIs not the big thingsThose you live your life forDreading It’s the invisible, unexpected, unmentionableOut of the corner of your eyeIn the beat of silence between one song and the next CalamityIs not there in your neatly planned paperwork It roams the streets at nightSlipping through the unguarded cracksAnd fills your house like gasWaiting to…