I was inspired to write this piece a few days ago for World Poetry Day. I was reminded of the fact by a Facebook past memory that popped up when I first logged on. A badly shot photograph, taken two years earlier of a few lines of one of my favourite poems – Advent … Continue reading Poems in The Sand and What Poetry Means To Me
“The Sea bites She gnaws with teeth Of ice, and holds me Down below Beneath The multi-layered reach Her pretty petticoats Ruffled in foaming froth Flowing forward. Ever reaching Stretch and pound. Circle round Scratching ragged nails upon the pebble shore” Excerpt from Cold Water by F Hogan. March 2017 The sea was … Continue reading C’Mon In The Water’s Freezing
Writing is like a muscle, it requires action and use. Without constant attention it atrophies and the mind becomes a stagnant place, bubbling over with random thoughts and ideas, a maelstrom of misplaced content all competing for prominence. Art without structure and containment breeds chaos. My mind has been taken over of late, under new … Continue reading An Ageing Tumbleweed – Watch Me Drift.
I feel so sick, I might actually die. My head seems to have swollen to the size of the Elephant Man and yet when passing the mirror my reflection appears as usual, perhaps paler, with red rimmed eyes and a nose like Rudolph the reindeer, not to mention the hair falling in Medusa-like strings in all its unwashed … Continue reading Sometimes a Lemsip Just Doesn’t Cut It
Martha's Cottage- my second novel is undergoing its final check, a little pruning as it's over six months since it returned from the editor. I find myself suddenly loathe to part with it after six years and many, many incarnations. In the spirit of Valentine’s Day I'm sharing an excerpt from said work, a few … Continue reading Introducing Ben and Aoibhe – An Excerpt
I spent the morning rushing around, it was one of those mornings when I was shopping with a list – a scrap of paper torn from a child’s notebook filled with a long list of ingredients, toiletries and school books; all thoughtfully scrawled in a light pink pen that necessitated squinting to decipher. When I finally … Continue reading My Mother’s Violin
I found it at the bottom of the jewellery box whilst rummaging. The bright glass shining amongst the silver pendants and assorted rings, all jumbled together and tangled. I picked it out, rubbed the smooth surface with my thumb, it seemed warm to the touch as if the sun still touched its aqua marine heart. … Continue reading A Piece of Sea Glass
“Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care” William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act 2, Scene 2. No wiser words have every been written. Sleep glorious sleep, deep golden dreamy sleep filled with wondrous worlds of healing and possibility. Ok, well some of the time, most of my dreams are quite bizarre, like the … Continue reading Dreaming While Waking
Another week begins. Another week of January, of rain and chill wind, of dark days and even darker nights. Deep winter, deep Irish winter without the joy of snow. Snow was promised last week but to the disappointment of many, myself included, we had a few single snowflakes and the poor children were … Continue reading Thoughts On A Dark Winter’s Day
I haven’t felt like writing for a week. Perhaps I am tired after Christmas, perhaps it’s the January blues or maybe just a hormonal thing. Perhaps it is the fact that I have absolutely no excuse not to write, with the festivities over, the long days between Christmas and the children going back to school … Continue reading Reading Not Writing – My Gift to Myself.