Rings of My Tree: Written November 2025 (Aged 50)

when the weather makes you a cup of tea,
and you hold on,
because there is a storm in every brew,
and walking away
just hurts too much.

Entangled: Written Tuesday 18th November 2025 (Aged 50)

and I know,
people carry placards,
and they make lives
from timber yard wood.

Moments: Written Tuesday 18th November 2025 (Aged 50)

love,
always,
caught in reflections

All Those Years Ago – Written Monday 17th November 2025 (Aged 50)

I hear it,
turning over and over in my mind,
and we are there,
together,
all those years ago.

Eureka Moments – Written Monday 10th November 2025 (Aged 50)

the world
is full of people
telling me what to say,
what to say,
and even what to feel.

Telephone Wires – Written Monday 10th November 2025 (Aged 50)

We are not so insecure
that the condiments of our life
taste a little less pure.

Incompetence Is A Daring Muse – Written Monday 10th November 2025 (Aged 50)

Some environments
drip,
with a kind incompetence
that is difficult to believe.

Notions Of Happiness – Written Monday 10th November 2025

when the years were much less,
we would sit around and hope for the future,
suckling on checklists.

Middle Sets – Written Tuesday 21st October 2025 (Aged 50)

“I was always just middle sets —
not the best,
but average…”

Let Go Of The Chain – Written September 2025 (Aged 50)

Let go of the chain,
but even then
I am entangled,
like everything is just too tight.