Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why?
This is a very easy choice for me, as I go to the beach with Mrs Bob every week for a dance across the sands, and a paddle. It’s my weekly dose of Vitamin Sea.



Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why?
This is a very easy choice for me, as I go to the beach with Mrs Bob every week for a dance across the sands, and a paddle. It’s my weekly dose of Vitamin Sea.



What are your family’s top 3 favourite meals?
This is an interesting question, and as there’s only three of us in our household, I feel that it’s only fair (and democratic) that we each choose one of the meals.
Mine has to be a home-made (gluten free) lasagne with salad and chips (fries). I’ve always loved it, since I can remember. There’s no nostalgic reason behind it, I just love it. (Side note: it’s the one dish where you can put one on top of another, and you still only have one lasagne).
Mrs Bob. Her favourite is home made cottage pie. That’s the British kind… made with minced beef, not lamb, as that would be shepherds pie. She makes hers with a slight twist of a tomatoey type. With cabbage, carrots and runner beans.
Noodles. No question, hers is FEEEESH. Frozen white fish fillet. She has one microwaved and cooled every morning without fail. And she knows the word Fish too….
What are your favourites?
If you could meet a historical figure, who would it be and why?
There’s so many figures from history I’d love to meet. So narrowing it down to just one person is particularly hard. That being said, I think I would have to go with Albert Einstein
The reason I have chosen him is that as someone who’s worked in science roles and has a love of quantum mechanics or theoretical physics. I’d love to just sit and discuss with him, the fact that his work has influenced so many lives and technological developments such as GPS, or his Nobel prize for photoelectric effect in 1921.
Do you trust your instincts?
I tend to listen to my instincts, but sometimes I need a little help. At which point I reach for my oldest (20 yrs) and most trusted deck of tarot cards.

While I do trust my instincts i usually find my cards will agree with my gut. The real trick is listening to your body and going with it.
What’s your favorite month of the year? Why?
I love October as it’s the best of the Wiccan Sabbats or holidays.
Yes I’m talking about Samhain or Halloween.
It’s the one holiday where the veil between living and dead is thinest and we remember those loved ones we’ve lost.
It’s also a great time to dress up and have a little fun before the nights really draw in and the cold winter days and nights set it.

Excerpt from “The Night the Dead Walk”
(Exclusive to Dark poets and buy me a coffee)
They told you Halloween was candy and costumes
cartoon witches, plastic masks, porch lights.
They lied.
This is Samhain, the true night.
What is your favorite place to go in your city?
Longmarsh is a beautiful spot by the river Dart in my hometown.


What’s the first impression you want to give people?
That I’m not an angry bald tattooed thug.

What book are you reading right now?

This year, The Dark Poets Club had a new and interesting competition. The rules are simple… impress the judges with a dark poem, using fifty words or less.
This was a serious challenge for me as I’m usually quite loquacious in my pieces! I had to take a scalpel out and cut the words to its bare bones.
I trimmed and trimmed until I had a scribble called “Track 13”. It’s not for th faint-hearted, so please keep this in mind.
TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide
Track 13
My brain’s a broken record,
Skipping on the same cracked groove.
“Just jump”, it whispers, “what’s left to prove?”
The rope, a promise. The chair, a stage.
One last breath before turning life’s final page.
A silent film fading to black.
No rewind.
No coming back.
(c) Bob Christian2025
The sky cracks open
like an old photograph,
each flash a sharp reminder
of the silence we can’t outrun.
Fireworks are just bombs
with better PR,
but we still stand,
mouths agape,
staring at the chaos above,
wondering if we’ll ever
look at the sky
without waiting for it to fall.
(c)BobChristian