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How on earth do you measure a year? By writing a poetry collection with 366 poems apparently! 2024 was a rollercoaster for everyone.

My goal for 2023 did not happen. In fact, I hardly touched my second novel the entire year. In part this was I expect down to my continued struggles with depression, in part it was due to rehearsing for another show, in part it was because I found myself in a new and exciting relationship,…

It’s a new year and it’s time for me to set myself a new set of goals. But this time, I’ve decided to go a bit simpler and rather than giving myself five goals to complete, I’m giving myself one. It’s been an on-going goal for the last three years and I’ve just made so…

I don’t seem to be having much luck lately. 2020 was bad. 2021 was awful. Now 2022 has continued the train of bad years. There have been wonderful moments, and those moments have been truly wonderful, but more generally I’ve just had a really rubbish year. It started off so well and then just went…

Nottingham-born writer, Richard Kish, this week releases his first ever poetry collection called ‘July’. The collection, described as a poetic snapshot of a month in one depressed late twenty-something’s mind, was born from a personal challenge to write one poem every day for the month of July and to publish the results at the end….

I was trying to figure out what to write this month and really wasn’t sure. I’ve spent the past few months rather mired in my depression and struggling to get out of that rut. 2022 as a year so far certainly hasn’t been kind to me. I may have had some wonderful moments, but there’s…

For some reason over the last year and a half I’ve turned to poetry to express and vent feelings. Why I feel like I need to push these out into the world I’ll never know, but I suppose that while I struggle to write the one thing I want to write right now, it’s at…

A short story Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. It was a gentle but consistent knocking that could be heard at the door. No discernible rhythm. Not a parapa-pap-pap. Not a quick knock knock knock. Just a consistent tapping. And then it stopped. Maya stared intently at the door, not quite sure what to…

A week ago I was so in love. Then the next day it was over. He ended it. A month together. Two weeks after Valentine’s and announcing us as a pair to the world. He ended it. And I’m just left numb and wondering what the hell happened. All I can say is thank god…

Long story short, I’ve recently come to the confident realisation that I’m bi-romantic demisexual, and my best friend is now my boyfriend. Now, for that long story. Not that long ago I quite confidently said I wasn’t gay, bi, trans or non-binary; guess I was wrong about the bi bit. But to take it all…