Gabriela Marie Milton (Wounds I Healed) interviewed by NY Glamour Magazine!

https://read.amazon.com/kp/card?preview=inline&linkCode=kpd&ref_=k4w_oembed_oqWELDXtFgdkg1&asin=B0B3QM6QLV&tag=kpembed-20 I am so excited to share with you the news that Gabriela Marie Milton, internationally-acclaimed poet and editor of Wounds I Healed, has been interviewed by New York Glamour Magazine! In her insightful interview, she talks in-depth about the inspiration behind the poetry anthology, the themes it tackles, and its relevance in the wider … Continue reading Gabriela Marie Milton (Wounds I Healed) interviewed by NY Glamour Magazine! →

How The Arrow Flew.

Beauty drew the archer’s eye; absolutely true. “To this woman,” bade the bowman. How the arrow flew! As a vesper, as a whisper; diaphanous, and blue as Venus rising in the window; under waxing moon. [diaphanous & blue: acrylic, detail. 2022]

Notes From a Fragile Island…27

July 4 2003 Carshalton. Green puddles of hard plastic are welded to the pavement. A number of wheelie bins have been torched outside the flats. One of them appears to have melted completely. A toxic stench permeates the scruffy forecourt, but the birds still sing and a crow hops up and down among scraps of … Continue reading Notes From a Fragile Island…27 →

This Song of Sparrows.

Unopened, dun letters envelop the floor. Sheaf leaflets, none read; too many to mention... But her hand, delivered today to my door - penned, posted, scented - receives full attention. Her lines bring pleasure to me, and I glean nuance from her Wish You Were Here missives. News from her mill and river, hills of … Continue reading This Song of Sparrows. →

dream diaries…112

21.06.22 Hull is such a miserable place. The people are inbreds and will accost, accuse and assault you as you leave the dreary grey and red plastic coach station. All semblance of civility is absent here. I am unfortunate enough to find myself thrust among this ugly mob one grizzled afternoon in autumn (it is … Continue reading dream diaries…112 →

The Glam Coral.

He had made only cursory plans to steal the largest ruby in the world - and, perhaps inevitably, he was caught before he was even deemed red-handed. He served at her pleasure and was released shy of his fifty-third. He then tried again. On his return to the top floor of the high tower where … Continue reading The Glam Coral. →