a victim
of a tabloid style childhood
with a teenage
kiss and tell;
a flummoxed child,
lost in a musical
wishing well.
Tag: personal history
Vinegar Smile – Written Thursday 5th March 2026 (Aged 51)
maybe,
this year;
look out,
it is me clinging —
to the world’s longest pleasure pier.
My Memories Are a Museum Now – Written Thursday 5th June 2025 (Aged 50)
My memories are a museum now.
I am looking at exhibits — artefacts of the past.
Sometimes there is an air of regret, sometimes joy.
My memories are a museum now.
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 