Creases and Folds – Written Monday 19th May 2025 (Aged 50)

Everything becomes old.
Time itself
has upon its being
creases and folds.

Sun Shines Down – Written May 2025 (Aged 50)

Woke up early,
out on the road,
sun shines
as I snake my way up the hills.

I Would Like To Belong – Written May 2025 (Aged 50)

I would like to belong.
I did not stay that long,
and now I feel like a journeyman
just going from place to place.

What Became of Hope – Written Thursday 8th May 2025 (Aged 50)

What became of hope?
Did it fall over?
Fall out?
Has it taken cover?

Wild Bore – Written Thursday 8th May 2025 (Aged 50)

Experiences mould you,
then they fold you,
and they fold you up,
and they try to take you away.

Outsiders – Written Thursday 24th May 2025 (Aged 50)

Outsiders on the surface
of something else,
that point of no return —
it is there within myself.

Swirls – Written Thursday 1st May 2025 (Aged 50)

I don’t want to be caught up in the swirls of opinion, lost in praise and its hollow sound.

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