Aside from the obvious answers of my wife, cat or kids etc.

I’d like to say that currently my favourite people are my peers and fellow poets that I’ve been lucky enough to work with this year. It’s been a hectic year, but I’ve made a whole bunch of friends in the process.

This is a really easy one for me. (Felis catus)

It’s cats without a shadow of a doubt, they’re the perfect companion for me. They’re not needy and I don’t have to walk them. I’ve nothing against walking, it’s just that everyone wants to stop you and talk if you have a dog. I’m not a social creature.

Cats are hard work emotionally as you have to earn their respect and they go out and walk themselves, sometimes bringing (half eaten) presents to plonk on your bare foot that’s hanging outside the duvet at 0230hrs. Does it show that I’m talking from experience?

They’re adorable…

The only downside side is that when you lose one, it hurts like hell.

Side note.

My Spirit Animals (or honourable mention) are Pheasants. They aren’t the brightest, can’t really fly, but they try to anyway, and look fabulous too.

I think we should all try to embrace our inner Pheasant. So let’s look fabulous and try doing that thing. You know, the one you’ve always been putting off.

If it doesn’t work you’re still fabulous!

Stay safe x

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.

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.

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”

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They told you Halloween was candy and costumes
cartoon witches, plastic masks, porch lights.
They lied.
This is Samhain, the true night.

Longmarsh is a beautiful spot by the river Dart in my hometown.

That I’m not an angry bald tattooed thug.