Diesel Trains – Written Wednesday 27th August 2025 (Aged 50)

Back on the diesel train,
electrification is a situation
I once found
in birthday dreams

The Tartan Tin – Written Tuesday 26th August 2025 (Aged 50)

I married someone once,
and the devils must have sat around
eating shortbread
from a tartan tin.

My Victorian Buildings – Written Tuesday 26th August 2025 (Aged 50)

My Victorian buildings
were built to last,
but my play was cast,
and I was sent out to sea.

Wiring – Written Thursday 25th August 2025 (Aged 50)

It’s connection,
human connection

Meaning – Written August 2025 (Aged 50)

every anniversary.
It’s a celebration of that task

The Hard Part – Monday 25th August 2025 (Aged 50)

The hard part is,
I don’t remember.

I Still Love You – Sunday 24th August 2025 (Aged 50)

Yet, I still love you,
and it feels like trauma,
with a bow of grief.
I see us in pictures,
and something feels incomplete

No Time To Waste – Written Sunday 24th August (Aged 50)

No time to waste,
there is hate.
It expands like that foam
that people use
just to fill a space

Do I Belong To You? – Written Thursday 7th August 2025 (Aged 50)

things that turn up
like pieces of things that turn up late,
pieces of things
pieces if things held together with tape.

Stretch – Written Wednesday 6th August 2025 (Aged 50)

“The days stretch out before me,
so I put on my face
and rifle through my book.”