“There is no control. There is no control. And there is no way to find a personal safe and sound.”
Empire Crumbles – Written Wednesday 19th February 2025 (Aged 49)
Everything is economic:
the fall of empires,
Age Related – Written February 2025 (Aged 49)
“I learn that, like so many of us, we are irregular shapes — but somehow have to make our way forwards.”
Several Concrete Slabs – Written Wednesday 19th February 2025 (Aged 49)
“Even when life has a significant weight, one similar to several concrete slabs.”
Paper and Plasticine – Written February 20235 (Aged 49)
“To me, there are no dreams, not in places like this. There is no true dream, just empire building with paper and plasticine.”
They Want You To Be Mad – Written February 2025 (Aged 49)
“They want you to go mad. But the truth is, it’s them. And that’s an indisputable fact.”
Vulnerability Drinks Milk of Human Kindness – Written Monday 17th February 2025 (Aged 49)
“Vulnerability drinks the milk of human kindness, but vulnerability comes with degrees of blindness.”
New Days, New Ways, New Words To Say – Written Monday 17th February 2025 (Aged 49)
“I move on, again. New team, new pitch. But how did it come to this?”
On The Move Again – Written February 2025 (Aged 49)
Handing in my hope
and avoiding the rain.
Mr. Betty – Written February 2025 (Aged 49)
We loved him like he was family,
not just a pet.
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 