The Gallery

Cut adrift

My heart is broken, our loss swells around and falls from my eyes. I keep seeing her come into the room, as if my memories are pouring out of me. Cut adrift in memory I am feeling alone.

A paradox of the childless woman

I’m fine, I really am. I’m more than fine, I’m very fucking fantastic … But sometimes I feel an overwhelming need to cry


Heartbroken. We sadly had to say goodbye to Charley ‘Chiefy’ Toes on Friday 7 May. My wife, Rachel, and I are heartbroken. It was so… Read More »Charley

Drawn into memory

Invited to write about an object, a vision of … I focus on the silver pan, the large dial, the red arrow on zero.

Another Place

I was feeling left behind, I was feeling my life stalling, and I was struggling to say this hurts, it hurts so very much.

A Childless Father’s Day

There are no daisy chains for you and me,
no crown of flowers upon your head.

How to be Amazingly Happy, Victoria Firth

Through Victoria’s courageously sharing her stories, she shows it is possible to know and not know about our choices, and that to laugh and cry over them is ok.

(un)becoming an imposter

(un)becoming an imposter is my attempt at ‘coming out’ as childless, but also more than childless and the fragmenting process that had occurred to my identity as a result of viewing being childless as failure.

Home (today)

Home (today) is a poem about my home being where I live in the moment, but also haunted by my losses, both through miscarriages, as well as the faded hopes and dreams.

under there, somewhere

under there, somewhere expresses simultaneously the imploding and exploding of being lost in the childless grief. It captures the unseen and the unspoken.