Memories frayed
around their edges.
Experiences, intangible,
like melted snow.
Tag: the boy behind the glasses
Inward Gaze – Written Friday 27th June 2025 (Aged 50)
It has a theatre,
but a one-person show.
It tracks identity
with the passion others take home.
The Boy Was Not As Mad As They Made Out – Written Monday 23rd June 2025 (Aged 50)
In the end,
the boy was not as mad
or as senseless
as everyone else.
Knockout Blow – Written Wednesday 23rd June 2025 (Aged 50)
Democracy’s a shadow boxer.
The knockout blow
is the individual vote.
What was once so golden now feels so broken.
People Can Easily See In – Written Thursday 19th June 2025 (Aged 50)
The shyness is never far,
but really it’s not shyness —
it’s actually a desire for privacy.
And those two are very, very different.
Belt – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
There I am,
wrestling with the self,
watching memories
slide along the belt.
The Gown – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
Either way, to me,
they’d always had sadness in their face.
But they are now proud.
Still, I see them in their gown.
Deep Dive – June 2025 (Aged 50)
I am not a clockmaker,
and all my watches keep to a time
that I cannot read.
I watch as decades leave.
Mantra – Written Tuesday 10th June 2025 (Aged 50)
That was a phrase that we used when we were young.
But does getting better remain a mantra?
Because, after all, the days are not so young.
The Demons – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
The demons have crept into our lives.
Status gained, freedoms waned.
The demons are creeping back into our lives.
The demons, they have us.
