Steep Hills -Written March 2025 (Aged 51)

I am out walking
across,
and up steep, steep hills;
then,
downhill,
on a freshly greased sledge,

Can – Written Friday 20th February 2026 (Aged 50)

I sit here,
imagining versions of me —
the ones,
that I know
can never be

Wake Up At Four – Written Wednesday 18th February 2026 (Aged 50)

I know though,
memories are just paper
or parchment,
or fragments of a song,
like long haul trailers
that I haul along.

Jarring – Written Sunday 14th February 2026 (Aged 50)

I wonder,
where does it fit in?
Restlessness
is something
on which I cling.

Talents Elsewhere – Written Sunday 15th February 20265 (Aged 50)

in hallways
that are my age;
in rooms
that are painted
in rage.

The Devil Ate Your Hamburgers – Written February 2026 (Aged 50)

And you cosied up
to the devil
when your evangelical religions
became false.
And now,

Faith and Belief – Written Monday 9th February 2026 (Aged 50)

People place faith,
belief,
and trust
into wicked demons.

Cycle Back – Written Monday 2nd February 2026 (Aged 50)

I close a gate;
step down.
I stop,
I pull down the shutters;

Texture – Written Thursday 22nd January 2026 (Aged 50)

You just sit there,
and you are expected
to absorb the punch;

Tiny Devils – Written January 2026 (Aged 50)

there have to be
other places to go;
places with different spaces,
and people I know.