Food Banks

Photo by Alice Pasqual on Unsplash Why Do We Need Food Banks? In short, the vast disparity of wealth distribution in the UK leaves a staggering amount of the population in poverty, struggling to meet the basic requirements of life. Food Banks provide relief and assistance by covering at least one of these requirements, as well as offering … Continue reading Food Banks →

Who Am I?

In the immortal worlds of the endlessly talented Doctor Seuss: I am Sam. I am Sam. Sam I am. Green Eggs and Ham by Doctor Seusss To be frank (little F, as mentioned I am Sam, not Frank), I don’t believe it matters, particularly in relation to this module. We are not objective creatures. Humans … Continue reading Who Am I? →

Let’s Talk About Adoption

Photo by Juliane Liebermann on Unsplash My Family I come from a family of nine, twelve if you include pets (which we usually do). There’s my Mum, Dad and then seven of us children: four boys and three girls. There’s quite an age range amongst us siblings, with myself at twenty-two and the littlest at just five years … Continue reading Let’s Talk About Adoption →

Let go

When I venture to speak your name,The word is uttered with spit.A sour taste of unforgotten blame,Tattooed with abundant regret. A name is said to reflect a person;In your case, I deem this the truth.An honest reflection, a candid reminder,Of my wasted, corrupted youth. To blame another for your transgressions,Is commonly labelled a sin.But my … Continue reading Let go →

Aged Beyond His Years

There's a house with no roof,On a street with no lights.A young man lives there,Aged beyond his years. He has a car with no engine,And sits on a seat with no belt.The car jumps forward,It roars, quietly. He passes cars with no drivers,And sings a song with no tune.His phone rings in his pocket,He answers, … Continue reading Aged Beyond His Years →

Kind

Her face is cracked and Reflects her cold, broken heart. The world was not kind.

The Crimson Filter

Oh, how I wish to replace the white filter,Pressed, firmly, between your lips,As your gentle hands craft the last cigarette of the day. To be stained by the dark shade of your cheap lipstick,If I am lucky, you will hold me too tight,For just a moment too long.The moisture will crack your skin with indignant … Continue reading The Crimson Filter →

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me! This space is going to be used for my writing and editing. I will try and keep the photos used also those I've taken. Any feedback is appreciated 🙂 Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton