The Hard Part – Monday 25th August 2025 (Aged 50)

The hard part is,
I don’t remember.

I Still Love You – Sunday 24th August 2025 (Aged 50)

Yet, I still love you,
and it feels like trauma,
with a bow of grief.
I see us in pictures,
and something feels incomplete

No Time To Waste – Written Sunday 24th August (Aged 50)

No time to waste,
there is hate.
It expands like that foam
that people use
just to fill a space

Do I Belong To You? – Written Thursday 7th August 2025 (Aged 50)

things that turn up
like pieces of things that turn up late,
pieces of things
pieces if things held together with tape.

Stretch – Written Wednesday 6th August 2025 (Aged 50)

“The days stretch out before me,
so I put on my face
and rifle through my book.”

Steam Power – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)

Memories frayed
around their edges.
Experiences, intangible,
like melted snow.

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.