This page is designed to inspire you! I’ll be adding info about some of my favourite artists, including the lovely Frida Kahlo, who have worked through and with the pain,  plus a few examples of the kind of things you could be doing to get your muse whispering in your ear.

THE WHITE KNIGHT - PLUM GREEN
its here!  DEBUT from the lovely Plum Green!!  
click on this link to hear  The White Knight

Plum has been my friend now for a long time, and seen me in some pretty screwed up states… the song was her reaction to not really being able to help, and is the nicest present i’ve ever been given.  It hasnt been released anywhere else yet, so hear it for the first time here!

LET IT RAIN – BY ME

This is beyond scary – i dont show my poetry to a lot of people, and this is the first actual piece i’ve written in about 5 years. I’ve been assured by a few people that its not too bad tho, so here goes :)

It was written on a day i had to walk back from physio along broadway in Newmarket in POURING rain, which i was not remotely dressed for. I couldnt afford a taxi, my cane makes carrying an umbrella as well hugely difficult, and i cant walk very fast – or run.

So all i could do was walk.

I was drenched after the first minute or so, and ended up giving in and having immense amounts of fun playing in puddles and getting horrified looks from people scrambling to stay dry. Anyway, enjoy!

Let it Rain – by Nix

How liberating it is, to walk while others run.

Water runs rivers down the street of my back,

Finds eddies and fills them, cold.

Eyes squint closed through diamond-crusted lashes,

Sting with moisturizer and a thousand chemicals

Others are damp,

dash past flush faced,

or dour, angry

God has broken their illusion

that we are in charge of the world.

I stroll squishily home

through torrents,

A drowned rat among men,

Wearing my badge with pride.

Mesmerized by a million explosions

of water on concrete.

The world has been greyed,

 muted through mist and spray.

New rivers run streets, to be forded

by intrepid explorers

lamenting their high-heeled suede

I stomp in puddles,

relish the wind blown spray, and

to the amazement of others, smile

For I cannot run,

But I can walk.

Let it rain