As part of my PGCE (Post-Graduate Certificate of Education) training, I had to write an autobiographical piece of writing about my...

I am not a poet. Words don't spill like a river. An eye for a rhyme? Not I. I own neither quill nor floppy beret, Say sad not 'sorrow'...

It is hard to pinpoint precisely where it is that I was given the inspiration or even idea of writing as a calling.

A short, original poem not at all inspired by personal experience or waking from a terrible dream about precisely what frightens all...

Well, this is it typical. After several years of trying to get a job in Germany, two come along at once... Not only did they land in my...

I originally posted this on my Twitter feed but thought it would be interesting to port it on to this blog, correct the post order, and...