Enlightened Ducks

A flock of average ducks swarm up the pond, together, like Spartans on a mission from god.

Where the fuck are you going?
My question is an honest one. An answer would lighten the load.

Elderly couples stroll past, handing out friendlyhellos’ that have yet to be contaminated by expectation.

On reaching the top of the pond, the posse of ducks turn around and swim towards my question.
Ducks make me happy.
Ducks are enlightened.


Last week I went to the amazing Verse Matters spoken word event at The Theatre Deli in Sheffield.

Unexpectedly I found myself on stage sharing some words. It was the first time I’d done this but found it rather inspiring.

After the event I wrote this….

Absurd by Young Sung Hero

When I was bothered and exposed,

I suppose,

I decided to enclose,


in a tomb,

of doom,

of walls,

all four,

not golden like tootan Khamoon,

but beige and raw.

Trapped I was,



not even the fucking energy to get mad.

It is what it is I said,

this is how you’ve grown,

just another broken cliche surviving on his own.

Even these words,

they make me shudder, blink and cringe,

yet another indulgent creative having a whinge.

Because we do that don’t we?

Afforded the luxury of words,

whereas if I was some poor cunt with no food in his belly,

I’d be like,


You lot are fucking absurd.

Novel extract

INNERVISIONS – Young Sung Hero

Chapter 12 extract.

Let me get this straight, you’re telling me that your dead, childhood friend Christabel is living in your loft, and you’re having conversations with her?’

Lee’s keyworker Sandy had edged forward in her chair, her posture reminded him of a woodpecker preparing to bury its beak in a rotten log. A grey cardigan hung loosely over her body, belying the anxiety that made her feet shift back and forth.

An open window hinted at the world outside. It smelt of Lynx deodorant, cigarette smoke, and disappointment.

‘I know this sounds crazy.’ Before he could finish, Sandy interrupted.

‘Lee, you’re not going crazy.’

Fucking hell, she thinks I’m crazy.

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The girl with caramel curls.

When the girl with caramel curls opens her mouth my ears come alive.

‘We have nothing until we embrace honesty, it must become our loving guide.’

I want to grab her words with both hands and wrap them in a shiny box.

The next time I bump into her she’s sat in the quiet room staring out of a window. Her open toe sandals are too small which make her toes look like meerkats peering out of their burrow. She glitters in the sunlight.

‘You can live forever, this is the hardest part then it gets easier.’

Her face contains no hatred or pain. I wonder how she’s ended up in here?