Update!

I haven’t posted for a year, so I’m obviously up to no good

Labyrinth

creep into my closing eyes

Space

The Ease of Falling

“we’re history
there’s no point in anything. Just kiss me”

My Roots

heavy is the flower crown-
the knitted embrace of common ground.

Locked Down

Scrolling. Losing control. I’m trying, really, I am, to refresh the page and start over.

From the Window

When we dipped our toes in the devil’s honeyed water, your eyes became blinding blue fluorescent lights. Why did they make me stare for so long?

Apocalypse

First post of twentytwentyone 2021… in February, yes I know. I’ve been working on quite a lot of poems so … More

Sky of Stars and Song

Birds aren’t singing. They’re screaming.
Wake up.

Summer’s Apology

inch by inch,
watching the whiteness shrink

Singing for Idols on a Drowning Island

It is the light,
that blinds realism
so I can see.

Memoir to Myself

Dear future self- sigh google said this would help it’s not like I’ve got the virus anyway, I’d like to … More

Finding You (foyle 2020)

Those, too, crossed seas,
crossed continents, just to be

Pandora’s Crime

Pandora will tell describe
how it was hope, alone
which allowed her to survive.

Enveloped

lost to a red abyss
between hesitant words and a half blow kiss-
beheld by candlelight,

Don’t let the grass grow

Build a city. Build a home.
But just don’t let
that grass grow.

Timeless Angels: a short story

His body moved slowly through this strange space of darkness. An eternal ether of himself.

Wet Summer

embraced by nature, then let go
again.

Left to Drift

when the ocean spreads between
I stay, free
but bound eternally
by tugging tides of curiosity

Free Flowing Fighter

They bleed,
from their pain-
seeping inside,
these unspoken
frustrations

Steam

You’d have to decide whether it mattered anymore. And in the end, you decided it didn’t.

A Week in a Day in a Lockdown Life

To float in streets,
where nature walks free.

Freedom Came First

Freedom grew,
amongst the wild grass

Las Maravillas y Las Mariposas/ marigolds and butterflies

Si fuera a pie If I were standing Contigo, With you Allí There Mirando al cielo Looking at the sky … More

Pilgrimage of a Garden Chair

Better to be made king
of the non-living,
than born martyr
in sunken clay.

The Clouds Still Cover Us

We are not bad people,
We just did bad things.

Table Top Tantrum

Broccoli makes my braces snap,
Carrot makes my heart collapse.

Change Direction

They say ashes to ashes
dust to dust

Don’t Let Her Down

Sneak a sideways glance
squeezing soap
and wash your hands

Particles

An Ode of Adolescence

bare hands- rugged and sweet- slip
to absorb this tear stained cheek
…

The Truth is a Monster: A Monster Calls

“When stories are released, who knows what havoc they can wreak.”

Laundrette

You’re in my mind
going round and round
…

Don’t Dream, it’s Dangerous

Closing your eyes brings nightmares. Opening them brings reality.

Cover Up

I bow down to the great empress;
Defeated.
The masks that smile
and cover
my flaws
with a different type of
paintbrush.

New Beginnings

basking in the rays of freedom.
relishing in the risk of nothingness

Hazy Days

Inspired by the brief feelings and
fantasies
of alternate realities.

Wanting Less in a World Hungry for More

It’s fast-paced, demanding and never at rest. Encapsulating and engulfing anybody who stops to pause and ponder, anything else which … More

All This Time

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Invisible Cities: Poetic Response

Beware of perfection the ripples of dreams and dangers, of impotent possibility beware of your desires: for nightmares haunt the … More

Plastic Bottle Girl

BBC’s Years and Years: The Future is Loading

As the future descends into a spiral of decline, we witness a rapid change in times through the eyes and … More

Refusing Silence

Welcome to my blog AJM Writes…

This blog is a blended collection of my favourite pieces: poetry, articles, reviews and personal essays. Writing has always been … More