And sometimes,
when I think winter is not looking,
I take a peek,
because it’s the warmth I seek.
Author: James Garratt
Focus On Your Sunshine – Written Tuesday 25th November 2025 (aged 50)
We need to shut them out
of the places in which we live,
out of the rooms
where we dream and where we sleep.
Capable – Written Monday 24th November 2025 (Aged 50)
Desire,
cowards and liars —
all of it
takes its force nationwide.
Hull – Written Monday 24th November 2025 (Aged 50)
Do not read
your own biography,
for the pages turn,
but the words only ever yearn.
Rings of My Tree: Written November 2025 (Aged 50)
when the weather makes you a cup of tea,
and you hold on,
because there is a storm in every brew,
and walking away
just hurts too much.
Entangled: Written Tuesday 18th November 2025 (Aged 50)
and I know,
people carry placards,
and they make lives
from timber yard wood.
Moments: Written Tuesday 18th November 2025 (Aged 50)
love,
always,
caught in reflections
Ugly Fame – Written Thursday 22nd January 2026 (Aged 50)
but death
is a violent nudge,
a reminder
that something remains.
Standard – Written November 2025 (Aged 50)
The majority of people
have standardised views
standard issue uniforms
All Those Years Ago – Written Monday 17th November 2025 (Aged 50)
I hear it,
turning over and over in my mind,
and we are there,
together,
all those years ago.
