What else is there to say, caught as we are in the swell of what felt like simpler days
Tag: poem
White Gold – Written Monday 3rd March 2025 (Aged 50)
“It’s a shame emotional intelligence, empathy, and compassion remain so remote.”
Look At You – Written March 2025 (Aged 50)
“How far has society shifted for such things to be a joke?”
How Did We Arrive Here? – Written Monday 3rd March 2025 (Aged 50)
“How can it be that once, everything seemed optimistic — at least in the world we faced?”
Baffled by Free Market Capitalism – Written Friday 21st February 2025 (Aged 49)
“Free markets are never free, and it’s a card game where you can never stick.”
Safe and Sound – Written Friday 21st February 2025 (Aged 49)
“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.”
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 