Creative Coping

 I started writing a diary , but found the process of poetry more useful and immediate.  

I started this blog in the hope that others  might contribute snippets of their suffering, surviving and coping. 

Poems, stories,scribblings,paintings,photos, videos, songs welcome!!

Click on  the Archive, April 2009 for my recent Cuban experiences

email me : creativecoper@yahoo.co.uk

Here’s one of my poems (they’re not all like this- Have a rummage in the archives on the right or, better still, pluck a floating word!!):

Pain’s Sweet Tooth

Back in this place again

This place of doom and gloom

Bloated stomach passing for womb

Once i was well and pain

Was something felt from a

Prick of thorn or cut of steel

Not as now when it grows

From a live seed

Planted deep, sown down

In furrows, virulent its saplings writhe

For supremacy, squealing for

Sugar and coffee and tea

Cake and wine and syrup and cream,

Drops will not do, bring

Buckets for bowls, Life must

Be strained and stretched to

Feed Pain’s sweet tooth.