And it is that,
the question,
the actual question,
the lifelong task.
Prejudice Sets Sail – Written Wednesday 16th July 2025 (Aged 50)
They blame other human beings,
human beings they’ve not actually met.
Boats enrage them,
dinghies cause their prejudice to set sail.
Belong – Written Thursday 10th July 2025 (Aged 50)
Where do I belong?
And where are my roots?
A local boy
with foreign boots.
Speciality Coffee – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
I am seasonal offers,
something for the moment,
something to try.
An exotic flavour which burns inside.
Steam Power – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
Memories frayed
around their edges.
Experiences, intangible,
like melted snow.
Inward Gaze – Written Friday 27th June 2025 (Aged 50)
It has a theatre,
but a one-person show.
It tracks identity
with the passion others take home.
The Boy Was Not As Mad As They Made Out – Written Monday 23rd June 2025 (Aged 50)
In the end,
the boy was not as mad
or as senseless
as everyone else.
Knockout Blow – Written Wednesday 23rd June 2025 (Aged 50)
Democracy’s a shadow boxer.
The knockout blow
is the individual vote.
What was once so golden now feels so broken.
People Can Easily See In – Written Thursday 19th June 2025 (Aged 50)
The shyness is never far,
but really it’s not shyness —
it’s actually a desire for privacy.
And those two are very, very different.
Belt – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
There I am,
wrestling with the self,
watching memories
slide along the belt.
