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Written for https://emea01.safelinks.protection.outlook.com/?url=https%3A%2F%2Festherchilton.co.uk%2F2026%2F01%2F19%2Flaughing-along-with-a-limerick- When a mother is poor all the time She decides to turn to more crime Nicking all her nappies There are no rashies and they fall asleep with a rhyme.

M. J. Whelan’s brilliant book titled “Sentenced” is about Liz. She finds out she is a grandmother and asked to take guardianship of her granddaughter Freya. The police arrest her son, Ellis, for threatening behaviour, and the mother for neglect, she cannot say no. Freya would go into the foster care system if she failedContinue reading “Sentenced – Book Review”

I recently had the privilege of proofreading ‘‘Sentenced’’. A book written by a friend at Creative Minds; a writing group run by N. V. Peacock. M J Whelan self-published this week, and I would highly recommend this dramatic read. I am looking forward to receiving my signed copy when all my writer friends meet forContinue reading “Sentenced – Debut Novel”

Written for https://weeklyprompts.com/2025/12/06/weekly-prompts-colour-challenge-red-3/ Red has many connotations. It could mean danger, death, destruction. If a woman is wearing red in a movie or book, we ultimately think something terrible is going to happen or she is to be avoided. The earliest is Little Red Riding Hood. We should have seen that a wolf wasn’t farContinue reading “A New Dawn”

This is a poem David from https://skepticskaddish.com/ where we worked together on a Rengay. It is a pleasure working with him and I love what we created. Db are David’s lines and the rest are mine. db- blocked bus morning—a lone car in the wrong placenudges me to walk dc- bright wellingtons ready foran adventureContinue reading “A Long Way Home”

I wrote this poem a few years ago. The first world war might be over a hundred years ago, but we should never forget their sacrifice. ”For our tomorrows, they gave their todays.” Crimson Fields Like a blanket of love, Protecting the fallen, Sheltering the brave, Tending the graves, of the brave young men, WhoContinue reading “Crimson Fields”

Today is Remembrance Sunday, and I always watch the parade. My dad was a paratrooper in the second world war, and my father-in-law, in the the Green Howards. When I was young Dad never missed a Remembrance Sunday. I saw the emotion, as he thought about his friends, who weren’t so lucky. He wrote aContinue reading “Watch The Parade”