It’s not all poetry. Sometimes it’s appointments and chores, meals, and alarms. But poetry can be about dinner preparations, bin night, and commuting. Poetry can be about anything you can imagine. Or rather not imagine as well.

However, it’s literally not all poetry. I have been messing about with proper watercolours on proper paper after a bit of a hiatus. Well, except for some watercolour pens, it’s been decades. But I bought some supplies and and it’s glorious. It’s freeing, and experimental. I bought tube paints and I’ve not used this type of watercolour before. The great thing about all of this is it doesn’t have to be anything. It doesn’t have to be good, nor accurate, or ever finished. It’s mucking about and if something comes of it all that’s fine, but if it doesn’t that’s all good too. There’s nothing to polish and nothing much to perfect. I can paint over and start again, if I want. Or leave it and move on. Mainly though, I fell for a tiny paint palette and decided why not?

So much for visual arts. Anywho, in a welcome move as we edge closer to June (how?) there is writing news. My new flash Dialogistic is now published over at Literary Yard. Follow the link here, to read.

The 2023 writing update.

• Rejections: 37
• Pending: 17
• Accepted (3 carried over from 2022): 11
• Published: 11