Close-up of a typewriter with a paper containing a typed poem, and the typewriter's keys visible in the foreground.

  • All my friends and loved ones all in my home my gorgeous home all laughing and having fun in my beautiful life with the kids running round with love and laughter and love galore and I’m an artist I’m an artist and it’s mine for the taking it’s mine it’s mine I have it I have it all and I am oh so lucky for all these people who love me and for this home and this job and this life and all this love I am so lucky oh so lucky

A colorful paper with a poem placed on a black typewriter.

  • Terry didn’t love Gwendoline a great deal
    But she’d had a hard life so he said he did
    ‘Gwendoline, I love you a great deal.’
    ‘Terry, you’re a liar but I love you too!’
    The wedding guests were bemused but looking forward to a free meal.

Close-up of a vintage orange typewriter with a yellow paper typed with the poem "Be More Orange" placed on the keys.

  • Orange is loving, vibrant, bold, brave, creative, open, hopeful, the light in the dark, warmth, sunset, dancing in your room, loving, kissing, being, holding, hugging, crying, rising, moving on, accepting, letting go, looking forward. Orange is the real you.

Pink note paper with a poem about a mother in spring, placed on the black keys of an orange typewriter.

  • Springtime in the old garden with the Beech trees and tire swing

    My mum has hayfever.

    Her eyes tear up and she blows her nose.

    Yet she rolls around in the grass, picking flowers, making dens.

    All because she loves me so.

A typed poem placed on a vintage typewriter. The poem encourages being inspired by nature, reading classic films and literature, and expressing oneself openly.

  • Make more art and get inspired by the birds and the trees and the sounds of the world while drinking peppermint tea out of the big mug that Kim got you for Christmas and read more Shakespeare, in fact just read more and watch black & white films and listen to classic fm and weep about how beautiful life is and just be who you’ve always been and write about how you feel and tell people that you love them and chuck yourself in and hold yourself tightly and feel everything and just be.

A blue note with a poem titled "Migrating Birds" placed on a black typewriter with orange accents.

  • Every Christmas as a kid,

    my mum would read me the same book,

    about migrating birds.

    Nowadays when I see groups of birds,

    flying across the winter sky,

    I think the same as I did back then.

    That all the birds. Everywhere.

    Should stay at home, tucked up warm,

    with a book and their mum.

A black and white star-shaped collage with a torn paper effect. Inside the star, there is a typewritten poem that says: "Sweet Bluebell, bold and bright, do you love me yet? Please hold me tight." The background is white.

  • Sweet Bluebell, bold and bright, do you love me yet? Please hold me tight.