Never Ending Parade – Written Monday 31st March 2025 (Aged 50)

The never-ending parade that marches through a street
Feels like the friends that I no longer meet

Sunflower – Written Monday 31st March 2025 (Aged 50)

I assume it was planted with the sunflowers when I was very small

Head Full Of Junctions – Written Monday 31st March 2025 (Aged 50)

My head is full of junctions and busy scenes. I literally drown, and the more anxious ones become jagged dreams

Puritan’s Table – Written Monday 31st March 2025 (Aged 50)

Excerpt:
Power is not suited to the powerful… insecurity sitting bolt upright at the Puritan’s table

Why Do People Bully Other People? – Written Friday 21st March 2025 (Aged 50)

Why do people bully other people? Why do people so poorly regulate their own mental health and well-being?

Not Too Good Today – Written March 2025 (Aged 50)

Not too good today. Just sort of making my way. Anxiety is a sentence, and I have many to say.

Highrise – Written March 2025 (Aged 50)

The challenge, the new challenge, it does excite me. And the lifting of barriers and weights, it is enticing.

Tap, Tap, Tap – Written March 2025 (Aged 50)

Tap-tap-tap — we hand out the school milk, and we notice it is curdled and has turned sour

Simple Days – Written Thursday 4th March 2025 (Aged 50)

What else is there to say, caught as we are in the swell of what felt like simpler days

White Gold – Written Monday 3rd March 2025 (Aged 50)

“It’s a shame emotional intelligence, empathy, and compassion remain so remote.”