My life now

It turns out that I’m rather ill. Sounds as though I’m sorry for myself, but that’s not the case. I have a rare autoimmune disease called autoimmune hepatitis. It is controlled by steroids and other autoimmune suppressants. The one thing I’ve learnt is that I’m never doing anything I don’t want to again. It’s not the only thing I’ve learnt. I don’t mind saying I’ve been through hell, but learnt that I am much stronger than I thought.


Out of print

I have given up selling my poetry books because the taxman has taken most of the little I earned. At nearly 66 I can do without filling in the self assessment forms. It just wasn’t worth it.

A polite request!

If you have read any of my poetry collections Scattered Fragments by Clare Collins, In a Dark Tower or At the Kitchen Sink and Everyday poems to be found on Amazon I would appreciate some honest reviews. Thank you. Please note some of the Kindle covers have been changed.  


A new cover for my first collection of poems to be published to Kindle.

I decided to change the cover of my first poetry collection Scattered Fragments By Clare Collins. I used cover creator through Kdp Publishing, which is Amazon’s own Indie publishing facility. I think it looks far more professional and it’s free. Anyone can publish to Kindle through kdp publishing or another Amazon company. CreateSpace can print your book, it can be free if you go through the process yourself or you can pay for their services. Indie publishing can take up a lot of time when you go through the process without help, but if you need to do things on a shoe string this is the way to go. The only thing is I have discovered after being in print 

  for over a year publicity is the key to selling your book (s) and this is what I shall be looking at next. Particularly as poetry is something of a niche market. I will let you know how I get on!

Another poem from my free poetry book In a Dark Tower

Love is not stultifying
Love is not stultifying,

it does not strangle,

or hold you tightly.

It gives you freedom

to be you.

It is not fearful,


or tells you what

you must do.

It gives you wings

it holds your heart



does not squeeze


’til you’re his.

Real love lets you live.

Another poem from Scattered Fragments By Clare Collins

No Tomorrow

The shattered pane of glass

Lies smashed upon the ground

The crystalled pieces all around,

And so the ruins of a broken heart

Lies smashed within the soul

Cutting deep into the mind.

The broken dreams of childhood

Are not forgotten

And silently the soul

Recalls the sweetness of a dream

Dashed upon the rocks,

And like the shattered pane of glass

Tomorrow lies smashed.

This is a poem written nearly fifty years ago when I was fifteen. My father had died a few months previously and when I wrote this poem I had no idea that I was actually suffering from unexpressed grief and depression. The depression which continued to haunt my life. Up to that moment I had loved reading poetry, but never thought of writing any myself.  This life changing event changed that and I have continued to write poetry particularly in times of trouble.

Scattered Fragments is currently free on Kindle until and including Tues 20th of October 2015. It also includes poems about other life experiences.

Not all my poems are about depression. For a more light hearted collection see At the Kitchen Sink and Everyday Poems.